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MRS. S. J. BROWNE 



TWILIGHT 
MEMORIES 




Written by 
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Copyrighted 1921 

MRS. S. J. BROWNE 

Unity, Pa. 



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FOREWORD 
Dear children, since as teachers and scholars, 
neighbors and friends, we have so often met in the 
Past to the benefit of all, my heart longs to leave 
with you something that at times may call forth a 
kindly thought after my work is done and Christ 
has called me Home. With this end in view, I bring 
to you Twilight Memories, — therein I have given 
you my best thoughts, and I have tried to gather 
from many sources the purest and best from other 
minds. Read this book, and as you read, open the 
door of your heart and let the light of God shine in, 
and bless your daily life. In all your ways acknow- 
edge Him, and He will direct your path. 



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To my dear young- friend Irene, I dedicate this 
book. But for her kind help and sweet encourage- 
ment, Twilight Memories had never seen the light of 
day. May God's richest blessings crown her life. 



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CRITERION. 

Standing in an open doorway, I heard a young 
girl, in speaking of a friend, say, I know of no one 
that I would as soon take for my criterion as she. 
Children, that thought struck deeply into my heart, 
and I thought what a glorious world this would be 
if each dear child in every home could have God- 
fearing parents, and would take their praying 
mother for their criterion and leader. 

Blessed, thrice blessed, are the children whose 
early years of life are spent with God-fearing par- 
ents. A child may tire of repeated instructions, and 
in their innocence may think that mothers make too 
much of God's laws and of obedience and honor, too 
much of asking God's help in ordinary things of life. 

But children, a praying mother knows the way 
to Christ in times of trouble, and one of the most 
blessed memories of your life will be to know that at 
every trying hour of your life your praying mother 
is first, first in your behalf at the throne of grace, 
laying you, her child, her treasure, on the altar of 
her love, giving you to Christ and pleading His prom- 
ise, that if you obey His laws, He will save you by 
His power. 

Well does a praying mother know that if she 
will train up a child in the way he should go that 
when he is old it will not depart from it. 

A praying mother knows that He shall feed His 
flock like a shepherd. He shall gather the lambs in 
His arms and carry them in His bosom. 

A praying mother knows that the Lord is her 
light and her salvation. Whom shall she fear, the 
Lord is the strength of her life. Of whom shall she 
be afraid? It is sweet to hear a good mother say, 
He is my Rock. His work is perfect. For all His 
ways are judgment. A God of truth and without 
iniquity, just and right is He. How well a praying 
mother knows that like as a father pitieth his chil- 



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dren, so the Lord pitieth them that fear Him. He 
knoweth our frame. He remembereth that we are 
but dust. No one better than a mother knows that 
God is a father to the fatherless, a judge of the 
widows is God in His holy habitation. For Thou 
God art good and ready to forgive, and plenteous in 
mercy to all them that call upon Thee. In the day 
of my trouble, I will call upon thee, for thou wilt 
answer me. 



A GIFT OF CARDS AND FLOWERS. 

Dear Friend: I cannot tell you how glad I was 
to receive from you the fine donation of flowers and 
cards, — of all things these dear little messages of 
love that we can give to the sick children, cards and 
flowers are among the best. Ah, dear friend, if you 
jcould stand with me at the side of those many cots 
on which lay the suffering little ones and see, in 
spite of the pain, how their eyes brighten and their 
poor little hearts are made glad at the sight of cards 
or flowers, or anything that is given to them (all for 
their very own), I am sure, dear, it would do you 
good and make you thank God that He called you to 
help in so good a cause. 

At the risk of making you weary, dear, I want 
to tell you something of which I had the pleasure to 
take part in not so long ago. Nine little girls, with 
an older woman to guide them, sent flowers to the 
Hospitals, and, one day, they conceived this idea, 
that they would put the flowers up in small bunches 

and send them to Miss , a nurse I knew well, 

and ask her to lay a bunch of flowers on the pillow 
of each child in the early morning. We had sent 
thirty-six small bunches to cheer the hearts, at least 
for a time, of thirty-six suffering children. I think 
I can see the dear ones as they each would find their 
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share of life's ills, and it is a poor specimen of 
womanhood that will not be kind to them. I think I 
must tell you, too, of the letters that were sent to 
be read to those nine little girls, — personal letters 
that I am sure would do good, for they will prove an 
incentive for future deeds and greater service. 

I thank you, dear, for the very kind invitation 
you sent me to visit you, and I will try to spend some 
time with you in the near future ; and when I come, 
I will go with you to see the sick children, for oh, I 
love the children. 

For in them you can see 

The truth, the love, the honor, 

Of good lives soon to be. 

Lovingly, Mrs. S. J. Brown 



A STORY OF THE FLOWERS. 

Talking of sowing seed, children bring to my 
mind the memory of one day of seed sowing in my 
childhood which will never be effaced. 

It was on a Sabbath afternoon. Father took the 
four little girls for a walk. Going in a different di- 
rection from that in which we usually went, we 
passed a fine big house with a wide well-kept lawn 
in front of it. That did not attract our attention, 
but as we came to the side, we saw a garden. What 
a beautiful sight! Flowers, flowers everywhere. 
I never saw so many, and oh, I could not leave them. 
Those big white ones. Oh, how sweet. I did not 
want to walk, but to look, and taking hold of the 
fence, I proceeded to feast my eyes on beauty. Pres- 
ently I heard my father say, "Come child, don't 
stand there staring. The lady will not like it." But 
I was entranced. I did not want to go. "Please, 
father, let me stay. You can take the girls to walk, 
but let me stay here and look." Just then the lady 
came down and said, "What is wrong? Is someone 



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hurt?" "No," said father, "My little maid has lost 
her heart to your flowers, and doesn't want to leave 
them." "Oh, I am glad if that is it. Come up to the 
entrance, all of you, and come in." "No, thank you," 
said father, "we will not trouble you." But the 
lady would have her way, and kept up the pleading. 
"Do please, father, go in. I want to touch those big 
white ones, the lillies." 

I do not know what came over me that day. I 
forgot to be obedient to my father, and forgot I was 
with a stranger. I forgot everything except those 
glorious flowers. I tell you, children, that on that 
day and in that hour, the love of flowers and the 
love of beauty, and I do believe the love of God who 
could make such glorious things, was implanted in 
my childish heart, never to be effaced. 

Making a bee-line for the white flowers, I was 
content. The rest might wander all around the 
garden if they chose, but not I. I wanted to stay and 
see those beauties and drink in their glorious sweet- 
ness. I was standing feasting all my childish senses 
on the beauty around me, when I heard the lady say, 
"Little girl, stand very still, and you will see some- 
thing else that is pretty." As she spoke, there came 
to the little bed a dear little Humming Bird, pretty 
indeed. It flitted for a time from flower to flower. 
It paused for an instant over a big white flower, and, 
holding itself still by some magic, it proceeded to 
enter deep into the heart of a lily. That was too 
much for me, and I cried out, "Oh, it will hurt the 
flower. Take it away !" The charm was broken, and 
the bird flew away. Father and my sisters came up, 
and father said, " Now, little flock, we must go 
home." As I turned to obey, the lady took me by the 
hand and said, "No, not yet." "William," she called, 
"take these children and their father down to the 
summer-house, and give them some pears." Still 
another pleasure for us on that happy day! Of 
course, we all enjoyed the pears, and not the pears 

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only, for the lady brought us a huge plate of ginger- 
bread. Such a treat! We children were in our 
glory. But father kept saying, "We must go." And 
at last we did start up through the garden. As we 
came to the lily bed, I saw, to my childish amaze- 
ment, that many of the dear flowers were gone! I 
hid my head against the lady's dress and cried for 
the loss of the sweet flowers. I knew not then, dear 
ones, but I know now, that the sweetest flower in 
that garden was the lady herself. As she put her 
arms around me and said, "Come, child, don't cry. 
I will find the lillies. Don't cry," she stooped and 
kissed my face, wet with tears though it was. I 
fear my father was ashamed of me that day, but I 
was carried away by my enthusiasm, and could not 
contain myself. Once again we started home, and 
as we came to the entrance, we were met by William 
with a big bunch of flowers of all colors. There was 
a big bunch for each of the three girls and one for 
Father. But, oh joy, I was the happy one. There 
stood the dear lady with so many big white lillies 
that I feared I could not carry them home. Father 
said, "You carry mine, dear, and I will take yours. 
You have so many." I kissed the dear lillies and 
said, "Don't hurt them, please." (You might laugh 
at that, but as this is a true story, I will tell it in 
truth.) We now had but one thought — to share our 
treasures with our dear mother. We gave a cordial 
invitation to our new-found friend to come and visit 
us, to let our invalid mother give her meed of thanks 
for the happiness given to her little flock. Dear 
mother, we did not know that there had been seed 
sown in the heart of that blessed lovely woman that 
day that would spring up and make her be to my 
mother a blessing, a comfort and a friend in all her 
days of pain and sickness, and even after my 
mother's death, that dear woman was to us all a 
comfort, a dear friend, and a blessing. 



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A LETTER TO THE CLASS. 

Dear Ones : I long to come to you again. I did 
so enjoy your sweet confidences, and then too, I like 
the heart garden work that we have set ourselves. 
Yes, May, you are right — there was indeed some 
seed sown the day we took the walk, and now as 
there are five in this flock as there were in the one 
that settled for a time in that garden, suppose each 
one tells what seed was sown and in whose garden, 
and by whom. Now, dear ones, I cannot come to 
you for one week, and I tell you what let us do. Each 
one write out their own thoughts and ideas on that 
pleasure trip. I wish, girls, we could interest some 
of your neighbor's children in this project of ours, 
and we might then help to keep them from throwing 
stones and fighting, so you see, children, there is 
room in all our hearts for much good seed, but we 
would have to plant our seed with care and fervent 
prayer, and then wait for the God of the harvest to 
give the increase, but we can each one do what we 
know to be right, and our Leader will keep us in the 
right path, so let us take him for our guide. 

In early youth give God your heart 

And plant the precious seed 
Of love and kindness, truth and right, 

As you find life hath need. 

Then, at life's close the blessed star 

Of Bethlehem will shine 
Into your heart, and Christ will lead 

You home by right divine. 



A CROWN OF LIFE. 

Come children, I told you I would tell you a 
story if you were good. Let us go to your mother 
and see about it. May I have the girls for a short 

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time ? They want a story told them for being good. 
Yes, you may tell them a story if you want to, but I 
tell you you are only wasting your time. Your stor- 
ies will soon grow old and the young ones will just 
be as bad as ever. I tell you I am sick of it all. I 
am tired of living. You don't know what I have to 
put up with. How could you? 

Children dear, let us not tell our story until 
after supper. Run out now, and be good. 

Poor tired mother, I did not know that you were 
discouraged. What can I do to help you ? 

Nothing, I don't want any one to help me. I 
tell you this work is never done. It is too much for 
any woman, and as I said before, I am sick of it. 
What is life anyway? 

Poor weary heart, don't think like that. What 
is in your life ? Let us see, God has blessed you with 
good health, good friends, a pleasant home, a good 
kind husband, and five young ones, did you say ? Yes, 
young they may be, those dear little heavenly bless- 
ings. But mother, are they not worthy to be called 
by the name God gave them — children ? Think you, 
dear mother, these bright, beautiful flowers growing 
up in your pathway, wafting the sweet fragrance of 
childish love and incense to you at every breath. 
Think you God asks too much of you when He says, 
Persevere to the end, and I will give you a crown of 
life. A crown of life, for what ? For this, my friend, 
for the good seed you are sowing in the hearts of 
your children, for all the sweet lessons you 
can teach them, and only a mother can teach; 
for all your daily labors, for all your sleepless 
nights, God pays you for it all. God is no one's 
debtor. He has said to each of us. Do your duty, 
and I will do mine. If you will live a Christian life, 
give God your heart and sow the seeds of righteous- 
ness and persevere to the end, He will give you a 
crown of life. Is it not worth living for? Surely, 
my friend, but if we will not, and will persist in sow- 

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ing the seeds of death around us, what can we hope 
for, but our own undoing? We are all sowers of 
seed and sow we must for good or ill. We can choose 
the kind of seed we wish to sow, but we must know 
this, that the harvest we shall reap is an eternal one. 
Oh, friend, let us heed our God when He says, 
Choose you this day whom ye will serve, and believe 
Him also when He says, Persevere to the end and I 
will give you a crown of life. 



A VISIT. 

Well, good morning, dear ones, here I am again. 
Your mother wrote to me and gave me such a sweet 
kind invitation to come that I could not resist. Shall 
I tell you what she said ? Well, this in part: "Dear 
friend, I think I, too, will take to telling stories like 
you, for indeed, the children are not nearly as unruly 
as they were before you tame. So do come again, 
and tell all the stories you want to. Never again will 
I think it time wasted. Come on Monday for sure." 
Was not that sweet of her? But girls, let me tell 
you, it was not the stories that made you better, and 
if not them, what was it? I should like to know, 
would not you ? Well, let us make a bargain. I will 
tell you a story — one today, one tomorrow, and one 
on the next day, and on the fourth day, Thursday, 
each one of us will tell what we think made the 
change for the better. Is that a bargain? Don't say 
yes unless you mean it, for our word is one of the 
most precious things we own. If our word is not 
good, then we are not good. So let us always tell 
the truth, defend the truth and live the truth. Show 
me Thy ways, O Lord, teach me Thy paths, lead me 
in Thy truth, and teach me the Bible. 

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CLASS NUMBER 7. 

I believe this lesson was to be on the gathering 
and sowing of seed. Are we ready? May, you are 
first. Yes child, you are right. There were many 
seeds sown that day that took root and grew in the 
heart-garden of those children. Tell us, May, who 
you think sowed the first seed in that garden? I 
think that father who took the children walking 
sowed some good seed, even before he went into the 
garden. See how kind and patient he was. When 
the little girl ran up the steps to look at the flowers, 
he did not yell at her and say, Come on, I tell you, 
or say, Next time you will stay at home, as many 
fathers would have done. He came back and spoke 
kindly to the child and called her his little maid. He 
was so nice, I liked him. I think he had seed of 
gentleness in his heart and was planting it deep in 
the hearts of his children. You are right, May. 
Gentle living is a bright flower that gladdens every 
life it touches and blessed are they that sow that 
precious seed. Next. I may not have the right 
ideas, but I do think that little bird sowed some good 
seed. If it were only a humming-bird, it had been 
in the garden and had gone from one flower to an- 
other and tried them all, and he found that if he 
would go straight to the lily-bed he would get more 
pure food from one big fountain in a lily heart than 
by flitting from flower to flower, so I think the dear 
bird sowed the seed of contentment, don't you ? Yes, 
dear child, the bird made it plain to us that we, hav- 
ing found the fountain of life-giving waters, we 
should therewith be content. We know that our 
Guide-book tells us that Godliness with contentment 
is great gain. Jean, you are next. Did not the lady's 
husband gather some good ripe seeds of patience 
while he waited on all that flock of children, and his 
two friends had to stand and wait, for he had said 

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he would go with them to see the new canal-bed. He 
just waited as pleasant as could be, and I think he 
gathered lots of seeds of patience. Yes, dear girl, 
you are teaching your teacher, now. I should not 
have thought of the men. But this we know, there 
is not one of us can live a good or happy life unless 
we learn to sow the seed of patience in our own lives, 
and in the lives of our friends. Let patience have 
her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, 
wanting nothing. Let us all grow a big crop of 
patience, as it is one of God's best gifts to us all. 
Well, are you ready. Come dear, don't be backward. 
Pure thoughts need never make you hesitate to ex- 
press them. Read your paper. This is only a lesson 
in thinking. You know I thought of the flowers 
themselves. I never thought about it before, but 
those flowers that day were busy sowing the seed of 
God's love and care. We look from nature up to 
nature, God, and stand in awe before His power. I 
think the flowers sow seeds of God's love in every 
heart. Yes dear ones, as long as the love of God 
fills our hearts, we will be happy in doing His will 
and planting seed for our eternal harvest. I will take 
the lady for my seed sower, that day I think her 
heart was like her garden, overflowing with seeds of 
love, kindness, mercy, generosity, obedience to her 
Father's command. For freely she received and 
gladly of her abundance she freely gave. May we 
all profit by our seed gathering and sowing. 



GATHERING SEED. 
Well, dear ones, since we have been so success- 
ful in finding seed, let us get to work and plant all 
kinds of good seeds in our hearts, and in the hearts 
of all around us. We all know this fact, that we 
must serve one of two. Master, we cannot stand 
and look idly on while others around us are sowing 

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for a future harvest. Choose you this day whom 
you will serve, and let us all remember that for all 
our thoughts and actions, we must give to God our 
Judge a strict account. 



TO A FRIEND. 

Dear Friend, happy mother, I was rejoiced to 
receive your letter, and dear, such a letter ; it spoke 
so eloquently of that love that you and I talked 
about, the love of God for weary souls. You say, 
dear, that you feel like a new creature. Thank God, 
my dear friend, you are indeed now being renewed 
in the spirit of your mind, all old heartaches, all dis- 
content, all bitter memories have been drowned in 
the deep water of love that has filled your soul to 
overflowing, and do you see where that overflow of 
love has already formed a channel straight into the 
heart of your children? It was not our stories, dear, 
that had an influence on the children for good. It 
was the overflow of the love wherewith God has 
filled your own soul. That is made plain from the 
fact that Loula, your eldest girl, wants to join the 
church. I am so glad to hear that, but you say dear, 
your mother is not willing, says the child is too 
young. Be that as it may. This I know, that as 
soon as I began to think about living and dying, I 
became anxious. I thought of how my mother had 
prayed that we might all be early awakened and each 
one be brought in young days to seek Christ, to join 
the church and live a clean Christian life. How I 
did want my mother then. I was not quite twelve 
years of age, and dear, the very thing you speak of 
was my trouble. I was told to stop thinking of such 
things, as I could not know my own mind, stop such 
thinking ! How could I stop. I could not stop, know- 
ing that I was in danger of dying any day, and how 
could I stop thinking of the hereafter. Oh, the 

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agony of those days, and nights. I was not too 
young to fear death, not too young to know that I 
wanted to have God's love save me. And dear friend, 
in that dark hour, I was not too young to see the 
light of Christ, when he came to give me a new life 
and fill me with love for Him. And this too, let me 
say, my friend, I was not too young to hold on to 
that glorious gift that was then given me, when 
Christ spoke peace to my childish soul and filled me 
so full of love that my heart has always been over- 
flowing, full of pity and love for all children. Many 
times I have had it told me that I was foolish to 
love children so, but herein you find my reason. 
Freely you have received, freely give. My letter 
grows long, dear. I will only speak whereof I know, 
when I say, Pray to your Father for the child, and 
I know, too, that a mother never comes into her 
fullness of life until she can take all that she loves 
on earth and puts and keeps all in the dear Father's 
care by constant, fervent belief in prayer. 

My letter grows, but I know what has passed in 
my own life, and to live is to know. Dear, you will 
be always safe, when you are not sure of the right, 
if then you will kneel at your Father's throne and 
ask Him for wisdom. You will always receive an 
answer. Pray for your daughter, and God's word 
stands unbroken, that He will lead her safely and 
surely by His spirit. 

Dear, you ask me to write your mother a letter. 
I will if you think it wise. She does not understand 
my motives, and therefore does not have faith in my 
actions, but I will write her and trust God for the 
power to influence her heart. 

Do you know that a mother never comes into 
her own until she stands just where you stand today, 
a Christian yourself, and praying earnestly and be- 
lieving for each loved one. 

Ask, and ye shall receive. Seek, and ye shall 
find. Knock, and it shall be opened unto you. 

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BOB, OUR WILLING WORKER. 



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CHARLES DICKENS. 
The early life of Charles Dickens was one of 
drudgery. His father was thrown into prison for 
debt, and for a while his family went to keep him 
company. Charles afterward said: "If it had not 
been for the mercy of God he might have been a 
robber or a vagabond." 

William Lloyd Garrison, "The Apostle of Eman- 
cipation," at three years of age, faced the direst 
poverty. His devoted mother earned a livelihood 
for herself and children by going from home to home 
nursing the sick wherever needed. On days of public 
gatherings Lloyd aided her, as best he could by sell- 
ing sticks of molasses candy which his mother had 
made. 

Rodney ("Gypsy") Smith's father was a maker 
of baskets, clothespins and tinware ; and it frequent- 
ly devolved upon young Rodney to go out and sell 
his father's wares wherever he could. The lad was 
converted and became one of the world's most suc- 
cessful evangelists. An English daily pronounced 
him "One of the finest exponents of the possibilities 
of the Anglo-Saxon speech since the days of John 
Bright". 

James A. Garfield, the 20th President of the 
United States, was born in a log cabin. A few 
months later his father died, leaving the widow in 
poverty. His mother put in crops, split rails, put up 
fences, and for a time lived on but one meal a day 
to save food for her boys. The future president, at 
four years of age, was carried to school on the back 
of his sister. 

Daniel Webster was pitifully weak when a lad 
and his friends said he could not live. Hardship and 
privation were two of his lowly stepping stones to 
greatness. At a country store he bought a handker- 
chief on which the Constitution of the United States 
was printed, the reading of which helped direct his 
ambition to the service of his country. His reply to 
Hayne made him immortal. D. R. M. 

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A TRIP UP PIKE'S PEAK. 

When we arrived in Colorado, naturally the first 
thing- we wanted to see was Pike's Peak, and after 
seeing it, to go to its summit. 

So one morning early in September, we started 
to prepare for our journey. First father hired a 
guides — Ezekiel Bateman, by name, and he, in turn 
hired two sturdy little donkeys for us to ride. 

I really hadn't feared, or even thought much 
about this trip, until we came to the foot of the 
mountain, from where we were to start. 

Then as I surveyed that towering mass of rock 
and earth, with its narrow, winding path, and over- 
hanging ledges, and looked at those donkeys, who 
were to take us, I wished heartily that we weren't 
going. For I had never seen anything before look 
so frail, little, or insignificant, as those three don- 
keys did, standing there with drooping heads, wait- 
ing for us to mount. 

The donkey I was to ride, was a dull gray, with 
large, floppy ears, and eyes absolutely void of ex- 
pression. He seemed even smaller to me than the 
other two, but the guide declared he was one of the 
most sure-footed beasts in the valley. 

At last we started, the guide going first, myself 
next; and father last. 

Before starting, however, Bateman helped me 
mount, and then said all I should do was hold on 
tight, but not try to guide the donkey. 

He need not have told me to hold on, as I in- 
tended to do that, and gripped the reins with both 
hands. 

As we mounted higher, father and Bateman, 
kept talking back and forth, discussing the scenery, 
and different points of interest along the way, but I 
was too busy holding on to look at anything. 

Every time the donkey stepped on a stone, or 

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swerved the least bit, I thought he was surely going 
to fall. 

When we had ascended about a thousand feet, 
the path became narrower, and as we turned a sharp 
bend, what was our amazement and chagrin, to 
see a large stone blocking our way, it looked like an 
immense boulder to me. 

The path here was not more than two feet wide, 
with an absolutely unscalable cliff on one side, and a 
sheer drop of a thousand feet on the other. 

Even the guide looked serious, but as we sat 
there, not daring to move, Bateman thought of a 
plan. 

He carefully slid from his donkey, and with one 
foot on the ground, the other suspended in mid-air, 
and with one hand gripping the reins, he pushed with 
all his strength on the rock, and finally with a dead- 
ening crash, it fell over the precipice. 

After this experience, we proceeded a little more 
carefully. However, I soon found out, that the don- 
key hadn't the least intention of falling, and I began 
to look around. 

The view was beautiful. Far below us I could 
see a tiny hamlet, nestling among the hills. The 
houses seemed little larger than doll-houses, and the 
people were indistinguishable. I remembered having 
seen a good sized stream running through there, but 
from this great distance it looked like a silvery 
thread winding in and out. 

The top and bottom of the mountain opposite 
us, presented a striking contrast. The top was cov- 
ered with ice and snow, while at the foot, the trees 
were covered with bright autumn leaves. 

We mounted higher and higher, and at last 
reached the summit of the peak. I was very tired 
by this time, but as father and I stood there on top 
of the mountain, and surveyed the magnificent scene 
before us, we both agreed it was well worth all our 
hardships. 

— Marian V. Elder. 
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MABEL'S LESSON. 

Well, children, another story is due you as a 
class, so I want to tell you about little Mabel. You 
have not forgotten her I know. Well, after the sad 
experience, the dear Lord saw fit to have her trans- 
planted in a town some distance away from where 
she endured so much, into the home and hearts of a 
dear old couple who were quite wealthy, but child- 
less. The new Uncle and Aunt, as she was told to 
call them, loved the child and the little girl was so 
happy she would say, I am going to always be good 
and stay here, for this is a part of my mother's 
heaven. Her love for her new friends knew no 
bounds. She would not do or say aught that she 
thought would offend, but how easily we fall. The 
story of her childish prank was this. Someone gave 
the child some red and white paper, such as cotton 
was wrapped in, and sitting out under the big maple 
tree with her play, the thought came to her, Oh, I 
will have some fun, I will fool Aunt Julia, so for her 
to think was to do, and she at once proceeded to cut 
and make (as she was fond of doing) small red and 
white roses, quite small flowers of the rose family, 
and taking some wire from an old broom, she made 
each one so that it would stand upright if stuck in 
the ground. The child was happy in her play, and 
no thought of wrong-doing assailed her. She went 
to bed happy in the thought of the fun she would 
have in seeing Aunt Julia surprised, for well she 
knew that each day those budding bushes were 
watched for the first full bloom flowers. Rising be- 
times in the morning, she walked across the wide 
lawn, and went to the tiny rose bushes she had seen 
her Aunt Julia examine each day, and there she 
planted her wires so that the blooms could be seen 
from the dining room window. Breakfast over at 
last, and yet no move was made. Aunt Julia and her 

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three visitors sat talking until the sweet notes of a 
robin rang out as he sang his good morning praise 
in the big tree. Aunt Julia must needs see the bird, 
and coming to the window, her eye at once caught 
sight of her roses. Across the room she sped, and 
calling to her visitors to come, the dear old lady came 
down the steps and cut through the wet grass to see 
her treasures. She being in the lead, arrived first, 
and stooping down to admire, she saw at once she 
had been sold. She stood and waited until the others 
came up. Girls, what do you think that poor child 
felt like. She met her Aunt at the door, and begged 
her forgiveness with tears. She thought of course, 
she would be sent back to those dreadful people, and 
her first thought was — I did not ask God to help me 
to be good and now I will have to go away, and I will 
never get to go to school. Poor child, the height of 
earthly ambition was to go to school, and now, poor 
little girl, what a price to pay for her fun. Aunt 
Julia laid her hand upon the child's head, and quietly 
said, And you would do that to me, to me who loved 
you so? and stooping she kissed the child, and said, 
Come to my room at ten. I will take you up town. 
The cry of the poor child was, Why did I do it, Oh, I 
was going to be so good, and now, poor child. 
Promptly at ten, she wrapped at her aunt's door, 
and was told to get a market basket, — the delight of 
her life had been to go to market, and now this would 
be the last time. Why did she do it? After going 
to all the usual places, the basket was sent home by 
a boy. Her aunt slipped into a drug store and said 
to the clerk, Do you have colored paper for sale here, 
I do not know what you call them. And as he set a 
large box on the counter, filled with all colors of 
tissues, Aunt Julia said, I will give you something 
to play with, dear. Poor Mabel. Now indeed her 
heart was broken, and throwing herself into Aunt 
Julia's arms, she cried, Oh, don't send me away, I 
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you. Don't send me away, only let me stay with you 
and love you and go to school, and I will try so hard 
to be good. Oh Aunt Julia, if you send me away, I 
will never get to go to school, and I do want to learn 
to be a good woman like you. Oh, I could never 
never be good away from you, and I will ask God 
every morning and night to make be just what I 
should be, to make you glad. You won't send me 
away, will you Auntie ? My child, what put that into 
your head ? I had no thought of sending you away. 
I love you dear. Come let us go home, and forgetting 
all about the bright papers offered her, forgetting 
all, only that she was still to have her home in this 
earthly paradise, she resolved that she would strive 
to be worthy of the wondrous gift of love that had 
been given her. You see girls, that child had been 
through the fires of misfortune, unkind treatment 
and unjust punishment had been her life for three 
years, and now to receive such love and forgiveness 
and such a home, it was small wonder she went 
home with Aunt Julia a happy child. Well, as these 
are true stories, I must tell you that that same 
evening Mabel was called into her aunt's room, there 
to receive a gift of a whole box of flower-making 
material that was the delight of her heart for years. 
And girls, let me say this, the blessed memories of 
that home of love and mercy were the mainspring 
of that child's future happy life. Dear ones, let love 
rule your hearts as it rules God's heaven, and you 
will be happy in God's love. 



LEST WE FORGET. 

I will stand upon my watch and set me upon the 
tower, and I will watch to see what he shall say to 
me, and what I shall answer when I am reproved. 
— <Hab. 2:17). 

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If thou draw out thy soul to the hungry and sat- 
isfy the afflicted soul, then shalt thy light rise in ob- 
scurity and thy darkness be as the noonday. — (Is. 
5:10). 

If two of you shall agree on earth as touching 
anything that they shall ask, it shall be done for 
them of my Father which is in heaven. (Matt. 18 :19) 

Come and learn all ye that fear God, and I will 
declare what he hath done for my soul. I cried to 
Him with my mouth and he was extoled with my 
tongue. If I regard iniquity, He will not hear me. 
But verily, God hath heard me. He hath attended 
to the voice of my prayer. Blessed be God that hath 
not turned away my prayer nor His mercies from me. 
(Ps. 66:16). 

And they that know Thy name will put their 
trust in Thee, for their God hath not forsaken them 
that seek Thee.— (Bible.) 

Who shall ascend unto the hill of the Lord? 
He that hath clean hands and a pure heart. — (Bible) 

A wise man's heart is in his right hand, but a 
fool's heart is in his left. 

Cast thy bread upon the waters, for thou shalt 
find it after many days. 

In the morning, sow thy seed and in the eve- 
ning withhold not thy hand for thou knowest not 
whither shall prosper either this or that or whether 
they both shall be alike good. 

I waited patiently for the Lord, and He inclined 
His ear unto me, and heard my cry. He brought me 
up out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay and 
set my feet upon a rock, and established my going. 
And He hath put a new song in my mouth even praise 
to our God. Many shall see it and fear and shall 
trust in the Lord. — (Ps. 40:41). 

I have been young and now I am old. Yet have 
I not seen the righteous forsaken, or his seed beg- 
ging bread. — (Ps. 37:25). 

Know ye not that ye are the temple of God and 

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that the spirit of God dwelleth in you. — (I. Cor. 3 :16) 
O, that thou hadst hearkened to my commandments, 
then had thy peace been as a river and thy righteous- 
ness as the waves of the sea. — (Is. 48). 

For we all must appear before the Judgment 
Seat of Christ that everyone may receive the things 
done in his body. — (II. Cor. 5 :10) . The Lord is good, 
a stronghold in the day of trouble and He knoweth 
them that trust in Him. — (Bible). The Lord is my 
shepherd, I shall not want, my cup runneth over. — 
(Ps. 23, 1 :5). Let us not be weary in well doing, for 
in due season we shall reap if we faint not. — (Gal. 
6:9). 

Pay thy vows to the Most High and call upon 
Me in the day of trouble. I will deliver thee and 
thou shall glorify me. — (Ps. 50 : 15) . He hath showed 
thee, O man, what is good, and what doth the Lord 
require of thee but to do justly and to love mercy, 
and to walk humbly with thy God. — (Mic. 6:8). 

—Bible. 



MULBERRY TREE. 

One morning, as we small children were eating 
our breakfast, we heard a rap on the kitchen door, 
and I, slipping quietly to the door (which, by the 
way, was an act of disobedience on my part) I heard 
this good news — just what we had waited for two 
weeks to hear. (You see, children, it was this way.) 
This island was given over all summer to ducks, 
geese and children, except just when we all wanted 
to go the worst, when the big dear mulberry tree 
was getting ripe. When, two weeks before, we 
starred to cross the bridge to our dearly loved play- 
ground, we saw three big signs all reading alike — 
No trespassing. Stay off the island until after we 
shake the mulberry tree ! We had waited these two 

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long weeks, and now the ban was lifted, and here 
was Lorina, a little girl of twelve, whom we all loved 
dearly, saying to our older sister, "Mr. Phillips sent 
me to tell your mother that we are going to shake 
the big tree today, and he wants her flock to come. 
Don't come too early and don't be late. Mr. Phillips 
says just get there at half past nine." Joy, oh joy, 
now we could go! That was all the breakfast we 
wanted, and, leaving the table, we made a rush for 
our mother who, being an invalid, could be found in 
her chair by the window of her pleasant sitting- 
room. We all four talked at once. "Oh, mother, let 
us go now, how can we wait? Let us go. I am sure 
we will be late. How can we know when it is half 
past nine. Come on, girls, we must go." (How many 
times since have I thought of how we did tease.) 
But mother said, "Come now, little flock, be quiet, 
and I will try to smooth the path for your dear little 
feet." "Katy", she called, "Send William to me." 
Then she wrote this note which we sent by William 
to Mr. Phillips, "I thank you for the joy you are 
giving my little flock, and may I suggest that when 
you want them to start you will pin a red handker- 
chief to a limb that they can see from our attic 
window." "Thanks, dear mother, you can always 
help us," and away we go, helter-skelter to the attic 
to wait that long, long time until we could see the 
red flag. Oh, dear, how long we had to wait — break- 
fast at seven and we could not go until half past nine. 
Oh, dear, the wonder is that we did not break through 
the windows with our pushing and crowding, and no 
doubt we would have done so, but that up from the 
kitchen came a voice. "Whichever one is not good 
will not go." That was enough. We would all be 
good, for if one had to stay home, the rest would 
have no fun. How slow time was! How could we 
be good? At last things are seen to move around 
the red brick house. From our windows we could 
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Lorina. See, they are crossing the bridge and are 
going to the big tree. Now we cannot go until we 
see the red flag. What are they doing? They are 
laying white things on the ground on one side of the 
tree. Look! They are putting little boards on the 
white carpet to step on. I tell you what, girls, if 
Lorina was not there, our cake would be dough, out 
she will not let them forget us, not she ! Oh, dear, 
what will we do until we see the flag? Let's see 
who can hold their breath the longest. We all try 
and fail. That is hard work. Who can count one 
hundred first. One, two, three, ten, double ten — 
"There it is." I see it. Come on, let's go. And down 
the stairs we race, heedless of noise, caring for noth- 
ing but to be off. As we flew out the front gate, 
mother raised her window and called, "Come here, 
children," and as we came and stood by the low win- 
dow sill from which she fed the birds, she said, "Now 
dear ones, for mother's sake, be good, and don't for- 
get I am sending an unseen teacher with you since I 
cannot go, and when you get to the goose stump, 
all take hands and stand there. Lorina will tell you 
what to do. Good-bye now, go." Pellmell we raced. 
Mother could see us until we neared the tree. In 
obedience to her command, when we came to the 
stump we joined hands and stood. Yes we stood, 
but not quiet. Not one child could have stood still. 
There were four strong men up in that glorious tree, 
and it was so full of big ripe mulberries. When you 
looked up, you would think one berry was trying to 
push the other off, so close were they. Soon one of 
the men called, "All ready, one, two, three, and then 
— Well, girls, I wish you had been there then. How 
we did scream and scream at the downpour of ber- 
ries. We stood on the ground, not even letting go 
our hands to clap. We were happy as birds, only, as 
usual, something had to go wrong with me. Two 
big soft berries fell plumb down on my curly yellow 
hair and spilt all their juice, and my big sister did 

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scold because I did not wear a sunbonnet. The 
women stood on the boards and took hold of the 
table-cloth and rolled the berries into a pile and then 
they stood in that spot and filled their buckets from 
the grass around them. Really children, the grass 
was not green, it was black. Then the men came 
down out of the tree. The women took their buckets 
and started for the house, and the men were ready 
to start when Mr. Phillips laughed and said, "Well, 
little girls, I thank you for being good. Stand here 
where the carpet was and you won't tramp our ber- 
ries. And now listen. I see Mrs. Phillips coming 
with a pan for each one of you, and you can have all 
you can find, but you will have to pick fast. I see the 
geese coming." All we can find, and the grass black 
with them ! "Yes," said Lorina, "I am to take you 
home and tell your mother that because she has 
taught her little flock to obey and be good, we want 
her to let you all come to the red brick house at one 
o'clock this afternoon to the picking and stay for 
supper. We are going to eat under the big tree." 



THE LEGEND OF BLUE WILLOW WARE. 

Once upon a time there was a rich old Mandarin, 
who had an only daughter named Li-Chi. She and 
her father lived in a beautiful home, two stories in 
height, a rare thing in China. 

If you look at a Willow-pattern plate, you will 
see that not only is the house a two-storied one, but 
there are out-buildings (to the right) at the back, 
and large trees, of a rare and costly kind, surround- 
ing it, showing that the owner was a man of great 
wealth. 

Li-Chi was a very pretty girl, and as her father 
was a rich man, she was always dressed in the soft- 
est, brightest silks money could buy. Her favorite 

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dresses were of peach-colored silk, embroidered with 
silver, and if you could have seen her sitting- on her 
balcony, on a moonlight night, with flowers entwined 
in her hair, and the shimmering peach-colored silk 
falling in soft folds about her feet, you would have 
thought her worthy to marry a prince. But Li-Chi 
did not want to marry a prince. She had fallen in 
love with Chang, her father's secretary, who lived 
in the island cottage you will find at the top of the 
plate. 

The Mandarin was very angry about this, and 
had forbidden the young man to come to the house, 
at the same time forbidding Li-Chi to leave it, so 
that the lovers might have no chance of meeting. 
He went still further — he betrothed his daughter to 
a Ta-jin, or Duke, who was rich, but many years 
older than Li-Chi. Li-Chi had never seen the Ta- 
jin, but her father came to her one evening, as she 
was sitting on her balcony, which overhung the river 
and told her he had made arrangements for her mar- 
riage. 

"Oh, no! no" sobbed Li-Chi. " I love Chang! I 
cannot marry anyone else." 

"Chang shall never be your husband," replied 
the Mandarin sternly. "I have promised the Ta-jin 
that you shall be married to him when the peach 
tree blossoms." 

The willow tree was in blossom then, for it was 
quite early in the year. 

The peach would not bloom until the spring, but 
every day after this Li-Chi watched the buds of the 
peach tree, which grew close to her window, unfold- 
ing, and she watched them with dread and sorrow in 
her heart. "Is Chang dead? or has he forgotten all 
about me?" she wondered to herself. But Chang 
was not dead, neither had he forgotten ; he thought 
of her night and day, and at last one evening he sent 
her a message. She was sitting on her balcony as 
usual, when a little boat made out of half a cocoanut 

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shell, and fitted with a tiny sail floated right to her 
feet. Inside it she found a colored bead she had 
given her lover, a sure proof that the boat came from 
Chang; and also a piece of bamboo paper, on which 
these words were written: 

"When the willow fades away, 
And the peach tree groweth gay 
Tell me, sweetheart, can it be 
They will steal my love from me?" 
Li-Chi took her ivory tablets from the bosom of her 
dress and wrote an answer to his letter in the same 
strain : 

"When the peach tree blooms, sweetheart, 
Thou and I must weep and part. 
Hasten then to take the prize 
Ere 'tis seen by robber's eyes." 
She knew that her lover would understand this flow- 
ery language, and she put the tablets in the boat, 
and lighted a stick of frankincense and placed it in 
the bow. And leaning over the balcony, she watched 
it sail away into the darkness of the night. "He 
will come for me before my wedding day," she said 
softly to herself. 

The night air was full of the scent of flowers, 
and everything was still. Li-Chi half imagined she 
could hear the blossoms on the willow tree sighing 
faintly, and saying, " It will be too late — we are dy- 
ing!" For Chang had promised the last time they 
met, that he would come for her while the willow 
was still in blossom. And she thought she heard 
the buds on the peach tree replying : "We are nearly 
ready to open. Then she will marry the Ta-jin." 

Chang, on the farther bank of the river, waited 
to draw his frail little bark to land, and when he read 
the verse on the ivory tablets, his smile went up to 
the corners of his eyes, as Chinese smiles generally 
do ; and he walked into the gardener's cottage where 
he was stopping, and called the gardener and his 
wife. "Do you know when the Ta-jin is coming?" 

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he said. "The betrothal-feast is fixed for next 
Thursday, for the moon will then be lucky," replied 
the old man. 

"The Mandarin has ordered his gardeners to 
take six dozen carp out of the fish ponds, and there 
are to be golden and silver pheasants on the table, 
and boar's head and roast peacock." 

"And six casks of wine to be broached," con- 
tinued his wife. "And as many oysters as his guests 
can eat." 

"The servants say that the Ta-jin is bringing 
his bride such a casket of jewels as never was seen," 
said the gardener. "A necklace of pearls — each pearl 
as big as a sparrow's egg." 

"Pigeon's egg, stupid!" interrupted the wife. 

"Sparrow's egg, imbecile!" he retorted. 

"Pigeon's egg, idiot!" repeated the old woman 
angrily. 

"It doesn't matter which," Chang broke in. 
"What I want to know is whether you could borrow 
me one of the servant's dresses and smuggle me into 
the banqueting-room that night?"" 

"It is impossible," replied the gardener, shaking 
his head. 

The old couple knew all about Chang's love 
story, but they were afraid of helping him. Neither 
of them dared to risk the displeasure of such a rich 
and powerful Mandarin as Li-Chi's father. 

The next few days passed in preparation for the 
betrothal feast. 

Servants were running hither and thither all 
the time; the Mandarin never stopped giving orders 
from morning till night; the banqueting-hall was 
swept and strewn with sweet-scented leaves and the 
walls and roof hung with colored-silk lanterns and 
fans. Everyone was happy and busy except Li-Chi, 
who sat on her balcony, with her embroidery lying 
idly on her lap, and her eyes gazing wistfully across 
the river which separated her from her lover. 

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On the morning of the betrothal-feast the peach 
tree was covered with lovely pink blossoms, while 
the willow blossoms hung" faded and drooping on the 
tree. This made Li-Chi so sad she could not stay on 
the balcony; she went into her room and sat on a 
couch, with her head resting on her hands, watching 
her attendants as they spread out on the floor the 
rich silk dresses the Ta-jin had sent as a present to 
his bride. They were all the colors of the rainbow, 
pale blue, and pink, and yellow, and purple, embroid- 
ered in gold and silver, and one of them was peach- 
colored silk embroidered with pearls. "This is just 
the dress for a bride," said the women. But Li-Chi 
shook her head. "I will not wear peach-color any 
more," she said. 

At noon the Ta-jin sent her by his servant the 
box of jewels of which the gardener and his wife had 
spoken. There were diamonds and rubies in it of 
such size that the Emperor himself yould have not 
despised them. And the necklace of pearls went 
twice around Li-Chi's neck, and nearly to her waist. 

At last her attendants persuaded her to allow 
them to dress her for her betrothal and they chose 
a beautiful blue-silk dress, embroidered all over with 
golden butterflies; because in China butterflies are 
looked upon as a symbol of married happiness. And 
they fastened the pearls around her throat, and put 
some shining jewels in her hair. "For she is going 
to be a great lady — the wife of a duke," they said. 
"Flowers in the hair are only for common people." 

"Now leave me quite alone," commanded Li-Chi, 
when they had finished. 

She was tired of their foolish talk about the Ta- 
jin, and wanted to step out once more and see if the 
willow-blossoms were quite faded, and if there was 
no message from Chang sailing to her across the 
water. The women went away, but came back in a 
moment to tell her one of the servants wished to 
speak to her. "Let him come in," said Li-Chi impa- 

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tiently. The young man who entered wore a long 
blue-cotton robe, and a broad straw hat which half 
concealed his face, but as soon as they were alone 
he took off his hat, making her a low, sweeping bow, 
and Li-Chi saw that it was Chang himself. For a 
moment she could not believe it, but when he took 
her in his arms, and kissed her, crumpling up all the 
golden butterflies in his eagerness, she knew it was 
really her lover, who had come to save her from 
marrying the Ta-jin. "How did you get here?" she 
asked, sobbing for joy. 

"I disguised myself as a beggar," said Chang, 
showing her the rags he wore under his blue robe. 
"But when I came to the banqueting-room, to ask 
for alms, everyone was too busy to listen to me, so 
I managed to slip behind the screen they had spread 
across the lower end of it and find my way to your 
room." "And this?" said Li-Chi, touching his ser- 
vant's dress. 

"One of the servants happened to have left it 
behind the screen. And now, Li-Chi, how can I 
disguise you? For we must pass behind the screen 
again, and through the banqueting-room door into 
the garden, and across the bridge to the gardener's 
cottage." He looked quickly around the room, and 
found a garment belonging to Li-Chi's old nurse, 
which covered all her bridal finery, except her pretty 
little gold-embroidered shoes. "Never mind my 
shoes," she said, "I shall run so fast no one will see 
them." 

She took her distaff in her hand, because she 
did not want to be an idle, useless wife to Chang, 
and she gave him the box of jewels to carry. I do 
not think they ought to have taken the jewels, al- 
though the Ta-jin had given them to Li-Chi; but 
perhaps Chang did not know what was in the box, 
and he was in too great a hurry to ask. 

"The willow-blossoms droop upon the bough, my 
darling We must delay no longer", he said. And 

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indeed, as the lovers crept behind the screen a light 
breeze shook the last blossom of the willow to the 
ground. 

"If my father should see us !" whispered Li-Chi, 
holding her lover's hand very tightly. 

"Don't be afraid," said Chang. "I have prayed 
to the Good Genii not to let him catch us. If he 
comes near they will change us into two stars, shin- 
ing together; or, perhaps, two turtle-doves. You 
would not mind that would you ?" 

"I do not mind anything, except parting from 
you," replied Li-Chi. 

They reached the garden in safety, and Chang 
led his sweetheart towards the bridge. But Li-Chi's 
pretty little shoes would not allow her to run very 
fast, after all, and when they got to the foot of the 
bridge, the Mandarin came rushing down the garden 
path, with whip in his hand. 

"Stop! stop!" he cried furiously. "Will no one 
stop the thief who has stolen my daughter?" Chang 
put Li-Chi in front of him, and she ran across the 
bridge first, with her distaff, while he followed her 
with the casket of jewels. Behind them both came 
the Mandarin, brandishing his whip. 

But the good Genii, who were watching over the 
lovers, saw, that the Mandarin gained quickly on 
Chang, and there was no chance of their escaping. 
"He will flog Chang to death, and shut Li-Chi up for 
the rest of her life. What shall we do ?" they asked 
each other. Then the Genii said, "Let us change 
them into two turtle-doves, that they may be happy 
together after all". 

Just as the Mandarin, therefore, put his hand 
out to seize the young man by the shoulder, the box 
of jewels fell splash! splash! into the water, and 
Chang and Li-Chi were changed into two beautiful 
doves. They at once flew away, out of the Manda- 
rin's reach, and he was left with whip in his hand, 
and the Ta-jin's jewels at the bottom of the river. 

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The story does not tell us any more about him — how 
he got home, or what the Ta-jin said to him when 
he arrived. It only tells us that Chang and Li-Chi 
were as happy as two turtle-doves could be. 

And the next time you come across a willow- 
pattern plate, you must look for them hovering in 
the air above the bridge. On the bridge itself you 
will see three figures, Li-Chi with her distaff, Chang 
with the jewels, and the Mandarin with his whip. 
At one end is the famous willow tree which shed its 
blossoms the day of the elopement; at the other is 
the gardener's cottage; and at the top of the plate 
an island, with another cottage on it, in which Chang 
had hoped to live with Li-Chi. 

But instead of that they built a cosy nest in the 
garden, from which they could watch the willow and 
the peach tree bloom and fade without any fear of 
being parted from each other. 



BAPTISM. 

God my Father, Christ my Saviour, 
I would come this day to Thee, 

Asking for a new baptism, 
Of Thy love so great, so free. 

I would fain have greater measure 
Of Thy dear love given to me, 

That my service in days passing, 
May rich harvest yield for Thee. 

I have loved Thee, God my Father, 
Since when but a child was I, 

Homeless, motherless and weary, 
Sick, and yet afraid to die. 

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Left to stranger's chillcold mercies, 
Caught by fell diptheria's scourge, 

Cared for by a doctor's kindness, 
But of Heaven not a word. 

There I lay in pain and torture, 
Fear kept all friends far away, 

Not one came to pray or ask me 
Wherein my hope of Heaven lay. 

Then it was I heard Christ saying, 

Weary child, look up and see, 
I have power to heal and save thee, 

I am Christ, trust thou in me. 

Lift thine eyes and see the beauty, 
Of this world that God hath made, 

Rise, and find thy path of duty, 
Live for God, be not afraid. 

Fear hath torment, love hath rapture, 
Choose this day whom thou wilt serve, 

God doth need thee in the harvest, 
With the children of the world. 

Oh, the joy, the blessed sunshine, 
Soothing all my fears and pain, 

Christ's dear presence, His forgiveness, 
Made life's path and duty plain. 

Many times my feet have faltered, 
As I've toiled up life's rough hill, 

All because I failed in asking, 
That I might do just God's will. 

Just God's will alone, Christ tells us 
Or our hearts and feet will stray, 

E'en our loved ones cannot guide us, 
God alone must choose our way. 

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TWILIGHT MEMORIES 

Now I am content to render, 

All I am or have to Thee, 
Unto Thee whose love so tender, 

Fills my soul with ecstacy. 



SYMPATHY. 

Dear president of our Bible Class, 

The names we here append 
All carry you to Heaven in prayer, 

That God His Grace will send. 

Will send you in this hour of need, 

Sweet peace to fill your heart, 
And guide you 'til you meet at home, 

Where loved ones never part. 

Believe us, we all sympathize, 

With you in this sad loss, 
And each one prays that Christ will help, 

You bear this heavy cross. 

Not dead, your loved, he sleeps to wake 
When God His trump shall sound, 

A great eternity of life 

Your husband now has found. 

God's finger touched him, now he sleeps, 

No more to wake to sin, 
But to God's vast inheritance, 

Through Christ he's entered in. 

He walks the hills of Heaven with joy, 
Has found God's words all true, 

He waits you now in Heaven's bright home, 
With Christ he waits for you. 

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TWILIGHT MEMORIES 

Our Father, may we who still remain, 

More true and faithful be, 
That when we sleep we too shall wake 

In Heaven's Eternity! 

We each have felt the chastening rod, 

We all have need of prayer, 
We'll go together to our God, 

And find Christ's comfort there. 

Mrs. Spear Mrs. Fluent 

Mrs. Wilson Mrs. Boyle 

Mrs. Corcoran Mrs. W. Davidson 

Mrs. Kendall Mrs. J. Booth 

Mrs. Davison Mrs. H. K. Stotler 

Mrs. McCollum Mrs. F. Matthews 

Mrs. C. M. McLaughlin Miss Browne 

Mrs. Bright Mrs. A. Clements 

Miss K. Bright Mrs. H. Maxwell 

Miss Copeland Mrs. Wm. Greer 

Mrs. S. J. Browne 



THE BOOK CLUB. 

A glance of retrospection 
A thought of pleasures flown, 
I see our book club standing 
Mid glory all its own. 

Pure thoughts from outside sources 
From books and lives of men 
We gathered there with pleasure, 
And lived them o'er again. 

But while our minds were busy, 
Life's joys to elevate, 
We kept our hands still working 
War's needs to alleviate. 



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TWILIGHT MEMORIES 

And when our work was finished, 
Perfect, compact, and neat, 
Then Mrs. Laughlin took it, 
And formed the robe complete. 

And now to Mrs. Laughlin 
We bring our meed of praise, 
She nobly stood beside us, 
In sunshine and dark days. 

But soon our joys were blighted, 
Life holds our friends no more. 
God called four of our members 
To His eternal shore. 

O how we missed the loved ones 
Who gladly met us there, 
| And gave of their life's treasures, 

Themes garnered with great care. 

We miss them, yes we miss them, 
But still their gentle ways, 
Will have an influence o'er us 
Through all our book club days. 

A dark cloud gathered o'er us, 
And some had left the fold, 
The book club's days were waning, 
Its hours were well nigh told. 

But brave hearts never waver, 
A few, the stanch and true, 
Stood bravely by their banner 
Storms could not them subdue. 

All honor to you, friends, 
Who nobly stood the test. 
And kept your book club sailing 
In safety on life's crest. 

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Come, then you last year members, 
Desiring to do right, 
Come give your influence to them, 
And join the club tonight. 



MISSION GIRLS OF UNITY. 

Dearie, now I see 

Just what Mission Girls can be. 
Blending beauty, love and duty 

In their happy glee. 

Dearie, may you be 

From all care and sin kept free, 
May your missions full fruition 

Joy and pleasure be. 

Chorus — 

There are girls that make you happy, 

Mission girls so brave and true. 
They can always chase away your troubles 

As the bright clear day dispels the dew. 

There are girls within the mission circle, 
Full of life and joy in all they do, 

There are they whose kindly gentle living 
Proves that mission girls are true. 

Dearie, may there be 

Happy days you all shall see. 
Days whose measure, full of pleasure, 

Weaves bright crowns for thee. 

Dearie, may we see 

Many mission girls like thee. 
Seeking out life's best endeavor 

Happy, glad and free. 

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Chorus — 

There are girls that make you happy- 
Mission girls so brave and true 

They can always charm away your troubles, 
As the bright clear day dispels the dew. 

There are girls within the mission circle, 
Full of life and joy in all they do, 

They are they whose kindly gentle living 
Proves that mission girls are true. 



A LETTER FROM MARION TO HER FRIEND. 

Dear friend, I hereby give to you 
A history of today, 
And tell you how we spent the time 
This thirty-first of May. 

Well, first of all, we went to church, 
Where many people cried, 
Because the Pastor that they loved, 
Was bidding them goodbye. 

Then we went home to dinner, 
Cooked by mother in great style, 
She stayed at home to read a book, 
And served our meals erstwhile. 

And after dinner Grandma took 
Us out upon the hill, 
She told us funny stories, 
"HI we are almost laughing still. 

She tells us funny stories, 
And makes them as she goes, 

'Til says he knows she's full 

Of stories to her toes. 

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She sent me home for cookies, 

And there we sat and ate. 

And laughed and talked, and had a good time, 

"Til it was growing late. 

Aunt Ola took us out to see, 
The big strawberry bed, 
We gathered some for supper, 
Of the big ones, ripe and red. 

Then father took us for a walk, 
Until the day was done, 
And we came in at dark and ate, 
Those cookies, every one. 

And now, dear friend, we're off to bed, 
And silently we lay, 
And thank our God who gave to us, 
This happy childhood day. 



SCHOOL DAYS. 

Our school days are waneing 

Those happy golden days, 

In which we sought through knowledge, 

A strength to meet life's ways. 

Our teacher's gentle kindness, 
Her firm and patient rule, 
Went far to lead us upward 
And make us love our school. 

Miss Gardner is our ideal. 
Her gentle, kindly ways, 
Her aptitude for teaching 
Deserves our highest praise. 

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TWILIGHT MEMORIES 

What though our lessons try us, 
And fill our minds with care, 
We haste to dear Miss Gardner, 
And find solution there. 

She never fails to greet us 
With her own glad, sweet smile, 
At each hard task she meets us, 
And calms each storm erstwhile. 

She does not stop at teaching, 
But sets for each a pace. 
If we would still climb higher, 
We needs must follow Grace. 

Grace ! how that sweet name fits her, 
And yet not grace alone, 
Truth, duty, love and honor, 
All make her heart their throne. 

Within life's chalice ever 
Sweet thoughts of her will rise ; 
Her noble, strong endeavor 
To help us win earth's prize. 

She taught us, loved us, brought us 
Up to life's wider door. 
Now may God's love enfold her, 
And bless her ever more. 



OUR PASTOR'S FAREWELL. 

Dear Friends, we met you here tonight, 
In this, our dear church home. 

Here, where our hymns and prayers unite 
As one before God's throne. 



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TWILIGHT MEMORIES 

Our Pastor led us safely on, 

Through nine blessed years of peace, 

He fed us from God's holy word 
And gave our hearts release. 

In sickness, sorrow, pain or death, 

Our Pastor guide and friend 
Was ever found at duty's call, 

His stricken sheep to tend. . 

Faithful and upright, staunch and true, 

We ask no better friend, 
Than he who safely led us through 

The nine years that now end. 

But life holds changes — now we come 

To the parting of the ways. 
One path leads on, another up, 

Through devious, strenuous days. 

And, as we mingle here tonight, 

A note of sad refrain 
Fills every heart to know the truth, 

We may not meet again. 

Our Pastor and his family 

May pass beyond our sight, 
But this we know, our memories 

Of them will bring delight. 

We fain remember all the days 

The pleasure and the gain 
We have received at their dear hands 

And live them o'er again. 

And when our work is ended, 

And God has called us home. 
We strike glad hands on heaven's shore, 

Where partings never come. 

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TWILIGHT MEMORIES 



MOTHER'S PRAYERS. 

A group of little sisters learning 
Childhood prayers at mother's knee, 

Mother planting seeds for harvest 
In God's vast eternity. 

Mother led the way to Heaven 

Each one of her little band, 
Early gave their hearts to Jesus 

Safely led by God's own hand. 

Soon, oh soon, that mother left us, 

Went to join Christ's white-robed throng, 

With the blessed redeemed she 'waits us, 
While her prayers still lead us on. 

Far along life's paths we wandered, 

Old age sits on every brow. 
But those childhood prayers remembered, 

Comes to bless our lives e'en now. 

Now, yes now, our circle's broken, 
By death's stern relentless power, 

No more will our glad reunions, 
Fill on earth life's brightest hours. 

Yes, our circle is now broken, 

Two have found their heavenly home, 

Oh, may we who still stand waiting, 
Be prepared when death shall come. 

Mother's prayers; not all earth's treasures, 
Can with that one gift compare, 

When our Mother takes her children 
Safe to God in fervent prayer. 

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TWILIGHT MEMORIES 

Well we know that if all mothers 

Carried every child to God, 
Pleading that his love be given, 

Christ would lead them heavenward. 

Yes, a mother's prayers are endless, 
Reaching far out through the years, 

Unseen angels come to guard us, 

Called from Heaven by mother's prayers. 

Oh, a mother's prayers are potent, 

For she cannot be denied, 
Pleading at God's throne she conquers, 

Faith in Christ and love for child. 



GOD'S LIFE IN ALL THINGS. 

I have before me, as I write, 

Bright flowers in perfect bloom, 
Whose hand but God's could shape each leaf, 
And make their sweet perfume. 

Deep down within those pure white flowers, 

A heart of gold we find, 
An emblem of the rare joys found, 

By an enquiring mind. 

Within the heart of every flower, 

Or weed or living thing 
There lies a seed of latent life, 

Placed there by God our King. 

We look upon man's wondrous work, 

And see great wisdom there, 
And yet they owe to God each thought, 

Who can with Him compare. 

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TWILIGHT MEMORIES 

The wisest man in olden time, 

Gave praise to God above, 
For all his wisdom was a gift 

To him from Heaven in love. 



How well did Solomon foretell, 

The life that we now live, 
Hear Thou in Heaven Thy dwelling place, 

And when Thou hearest, forgive! 



How well he knew the power of sin 
To lead our hearts astray, 

Knew too, that if God dwelt in us, 
Our lives would live His praise. 



The Heavens cannot contain our God, 
The earth is far too small, 

And yet within the heart of each, 
God lives — the Life of all. 



Then let us sow the blessed seed, 
Of duty, truth and love, 

Let life be spent in sowing seeds, 
To bloom in Heaven above. 



Our sins are many, but we know 

That power and love divine, 
Thou, Christ, can cleanse us with thy blood, 

And make us wholly thine. 



And when our prayers ascend to Thee, 
Hear Thou and then forgive, 

And fill our souls so full of love, 
That unto Thee we'll live. 



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TWILIGHT MEMORIES 



THE BEAUTY OF SNOW. 

As I stood by the window that bright winter morn 
And gazed out on the snow-covered ground, 
My heart must needs give God his just meed of praise 
For in Him all pure beauty is found. 

That unbroken expanse of loveliness shone 
In the snow that came down in a night, 
To cover all Earth's scars, all blemish, and prove 
God's power to hide sins far from sight. 

A short time I stood there and feasted mine eyes, 
On that scene of pure rapturous delight, 
Even then all that beauty was passing away, 
And will be only a memory by night. 

It was passing — that beauty, for then on the way 
Came a monster of strength, power and will, 
Whose swift wheels ran into that vision of white, 
And made unsightly marks on the hill. 

The Earth is awaking, on living intent, 

Night's beauty no longer holds sway, 

But is crushed under foot and lies blackened and dead, 

By the busy feet born of the day. 

Not passing, but gone is that wondrous sight, 
Of sweet purity, silence and dream, 
And I sigh as I turn to a vision still fair, 
Where the dwellers rest calm and serene. 

Near the house of our God, on the pleasant hillside, 
Where the forms of our loved lost ones sleep, 
There the snow in its night work of wondrous skill, 
Made the scene of fair beauty complete. 

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TWILIGHT MEMORIES 

With her duty well done now she awaiteth her call, 
As the morn brought King Sol on his way, 
In his strong rays of power bright beauty succumbs, 
And now sleeps with the dead of the day. 



CHERRY RUN CAMP MEETING. 
MEMORY. 

Camp-meeting, how that name recalls 

Blest memories of past days, 
When strong armed men and mother's brave, 

Met here to sing God's praise ! 

Brave Pioneer Fathers, stern and strong, 

No fears in them were found, 
Their axes layed these forests low, 

They plowed and tilled these grounds. 

They blazed the trail to this retreat, 

This grand cathedral bower, 
Blessed legacy to us they left, 

Camp-meeting's sacred hour. 

Dear parents of the olden days, 

Who family altars reared, 
Gave thanks to God for daily bread, 

And sin's defilement feared. 

And once a year, e'en there as now, 
Lest hearts grew faint and failed, 

They met and held commune with God, 
Camp-meetings joys they hailed. 

In all this amphitheater, 

May each heart here be stirred, 

With sorrow for their sin, then find 
Christ as their pardoning Lord. 

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TWILIGHT MEMORIES 

And as in heartfelt gratitude, 

Our prayers to God we give, 
Hear Thou in Heaven, thy dwelling place, 

And as Thou hearest forgive. 



MORNING DEVOTION. 

Father, when my eyes first open, 
Each new day to see thy light, 
Then, my inmost soul unveiling, 
I would thank Thee for the night. 

I would thank Thee, I would praise Thee, 
For Thy gift of calm deep sleep, 
Soothing all life's storms within me, 
Sweet oblivion, blessed sleep. 

Then we offer morn's devotions, 
To our God who rules the night, 
Asking that by day He lead us, 
By His omnipresent might. 

Life's fears vanish, Earth's enjoyment, 
Proves a source of pure delight, 
Teach us that we can live truly, 
Thanking God for day and night. 

As each day dawns, we beholding 
Life's paths fareing far and wide, 
Teaching that our feet must travel, 
In the walks earth's needs betide. 

If we keep all pure thoughts centered, 
On our duty in life's sphere, 
Then we need not fear or falter, 
Wakeing, sleeping, Christ is near! 

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TWILIGHT MEMORIES 

And when our last sleep is given, 
And we from this earth depart, 
As we rise that morn in Heaven, 
May thy praise fill every heart. 



SOWING SEED. 

I love, I love the children, 

For in them you can see, 
The trust, the help, the honor, 

Of good lives yet to be. 

The children — let us train them, 
In virtue, truth and right, 

And teach them they are living 
Each day in God's own sight. 

All evil shuns the sunlight, 
While truth fears not the day, 

For childhood's glorious springtime, 
Plant good seeds while you may. 

Each child's heart is a garden, 
Some seeds therein will grow, 

Ah, we should all be careful, 
What kind of seeds we sow. 

Once more we meet the children, 
And stand before God's throne, 

And there we reap the harvest, 
Of the seed our lives have sown. 



ON THE DEATH OF CLARA ADAMS. 

Sister, unto thee was given, 
Sixteen years of radiant life, 

Given to train thy soul for heaven, 
Fraught with sorrow, joy and strife. 

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TWILIGHT MEMORIES 

But thy cares on earth are ended, 
Thou hast lain thy burden down, 

Angels have conveyed thy spirit, 
Safe to heaven to wear thy crown. 

Yet, dear sister, how we miss thee, 
From thy long accustomed seat, 

In the House of holy worship, 
Where we all were wont to meet. 

There we met with thee to guide us, 

As thy fingers gently strayed, 
O'er the organ slowly, sweetly, 

Calling forth its notes of praise. 

Yes, we miss thee, but thy spirit 
Now doth dwell among the blessed, 

And we could not wish to call thee 
From thy calm, sweet heavenly rest. 



A REQUEST. 

You ask me to write in your Bible 
That book of all others the best 
If I could but tell how I love it 
You would study it then and be blest. 

And well may I love this blessed treasure, 
This God-given guide of my youth 
That found me and kept me and taught me 
Life's pure Bible doctrine of truth. 

I love it because I have found it 

A shelter, a glad resting place, 

When life's storms surge swiftly around me 

I find in the Bible God's grace. 

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TWILIGHT MEMORIES 

His grace to endure all life's hardships, 
To run with sweet patience the race 
To look with forgiveness and mercy 
On all who, like me, need God's grace. 

Then read, every day, read your Bible, 
And all its pure precepts obey 
On earth it will lead you in safety 
And guide you to Heaven's bright day. 



TO OUR NEW GUILD TEACHER. 

You were chosen to plant in God's garden 
Seeds pure as the Heaven above 
Let every young mind in your care dear, 
Be filled with pure seeds of God's love. 

Dig deep in the hearts of the children 
And weed out each vile thought of sin 
The strength of each mind in the future 
Depends on the pure seeds within. 

O, plant them the pure seeds of knowledge, 
Of love, joy, forgiveness and peatee, 
Of patience and suffering, of kindness 
And all things our God bids us teach. 

Think not that in vain you have labored 
For God will himself give the grain, 
Obey His command and go forward 
And plant, dig and plant still again. 

Then, when all life's harvest is garnered 
And many souls gathered in store 
May the Father's "Well Done Faithful Servant" 
Greet you on Eternity's shore. 

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TWILIGHT MEMORIES 

YOUR BIBLE. 

I would my pen had power to tell 
The wondrous truths this Bible holds 
No riches of this earth can be 
Compared to what this book unfolds. 

It brings you knowledge of God's love 
It shows God's sacred presence nigh, 
It tells of Christ our advocate, 
Who came from Heaven for us to die. 

It tells us how God sent His son 
To bear our griefs, our guilt and shame, 
This Bible tells how Christ arose 
Triumphant o'er sin, death and pain. 

It tells how Heaven we all can win 
If we our hearts to God will give 
Obey God, love; renounce all sin, 
And live as Christ would have us live. 



TO A FRIEND ON A JOURNEY. 

Dear friend when in this morning mail 
Your sweet remembrance came 
Proving your heart is ever true 
Near and afar the same. 

I could but thank my Father, God, 
And bless His name anew 
That you had ever been my friend 
Faithful, kind and true. 

You proved a friend in sad, sad days 
In pleasure and in pain; 
You me remembered in your joy, 
And proved your love again. 

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TWILIGHT MEMORIES 

When all the doings of our lives 
To God our judge are told 
Your kindness unto others shown 
Will yield a hundred fold. 

The many hearts you kindly cheered, 
The many homes you blessed 
Will rear for you a mansion fair 
A heaven of peace and rest. 



TO REV. J. H. G. 

I fain would write a tribute 

To one we both love well. 
But my words are inadequate 

Your worth and power to tell. 

We miss you when we go to church 

We miss you in our home 
Indeed, dear friend, you're sadly missed 

Wherever you were known. 

Among our friends most tried and true 

You ever foremost stand 
Think of the suffering we passed through 

With you at our right hand. 

And now in health, in peace, at home, 

I would that you might be 
Partaker of this evening's mirth 

And these festivities. 

And since this cannot be, dear friend, 

I surely wish you this : 
That God will fill your life with love, 

With peace and happiness. 

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WILIGHT MEMORIES 
DON'T BE A CRANK. 

Don't be a crank, whatever else 

Your heart inclines to be, 
Don't find a fault with everything; 

You think, or hear, or see. 

Your friends will leave you, one by one, 

'Til you will stand alone, 
Beloved by none, condemned by all, 

As "Crank" you will be known. 

Don't seek to find your neighbor's faults, 

But keep your own sins down, 
That you may rise with Christ's dear help, 

To honor and renown. 

THANKS FOR A GIFT TO MRS. METZKER. 

I wish to thank this class of boys 

For their most timely gift, 
Of means to furnish light and heat 

Cold winter's care to lift. 

The kindly thought that prompts you boys 

To cheer my lonely days 
Speaks well for nobler manhood deeds 

As you pass on life's ways. 

My words are all inadequate 

My feelings to express 
I can but say I thank you boys 

God's blessing on you rest. 

Your teacher, too — may she be blessed 

As on through every day 
She goes, a blessed messenger 

Showing God's love always. 

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PITTSBURGH CHAPTER 39, 
GREETING: 

Dear members, will you here accept 

A word of thanks from me, 
For loving kindness you have shown, 

While sick and sad I lay. 

No tongue can tell the wondrous cheer 

That doth embodied be 
Within a gift of God's sweet flowers 

Such as you sent to me. 

I thank you all, and I am proud, 
To claim your friendship mine, 

And glad to be a member of 
Your Chapter Thirty-nine. 



SCHOOL HONORS. 

Our hearts expand with rapturous joy, 
When visions of fair youth 
In all their glorious beauty tread 
The rugged paths of truth. 

You had not reached this pinnacle, 
Or gained this vaunted prize, 
Had you not made good use of time 
And labored to be wise. 

Knowledge is power, fair young friend, 
I trust this hour may be, 
A harbinger of wondrous worth, 
Bequeathed from heaven to thee. 

May all life's future lessons be 
Learned in the school of truth, 
And may your brightest day dreams see 
Sweet memories of youth. 

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TO A FRIEND. 

My school boy friend, I greet you, 

And proud am I to claim, 

Acquaintance with pure bright young minds, 

Sure names of future fame. 

We know that greeting here tonight, 
These scholars, learned and great, 
We meet our nation's future men, 
Who will guide our Ship of State. 

Then store pure knowledge while you may, 
Your school days soon will pass, 
And life's more strenuous duties call, 
You forth to men's stern tasks. 

Be noble friend, let each day count, 
Life's duties bravely done, 
And as in school, so life will show 
The honors you have won. 

Bright minds like yours call forth brave deeds, 

Of duty, love and truth, 

Oh, set your standard high, my boy, 

And gain life's prize in youth. 



HONORS AT SCHOOL. 

My boy, you bravely stood the test, 
You labored hard and bravely won, 

So may all life at your behest, 
Its richest treasures still send down. 

Since idle minds cannot aspire, 
To win in youth life's richest gem, 

Your friends are proud to see you rise, 
And take your place with well-learned men. 

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Keep this pure record of your youth, 

In days to come let nothing mar, 
The blessed knowledge of this truth, 

School was to you a heaven-bright star. 



TO ALICE. 

Your school days are passing most swiftly, 
And soon you will find they are gone, 

But the pure gems of knowledge you gathered, 
Will remain and keep guiding you on. 

You have used well the blessings God gave you, 
To store your young mind with the best, 

The purest of all earthly treasures, 

You will find are by school days possessed. 

May bright days of joy be the measure, 

The future holds for you in store, 
And may you still seek to gain knowledge, 

That will lead up to Heaven's bright shore. 

May all of your life's richest blessings, 
Be found in pure knowledge and truth, 

And may your school days hold bright memories, 
Of the glad happy days of your youth. 



SCHOOL HONORS. 

How shall a young man choose his way? 

By taking timely heed 
To store pure knowledge while he may, 

To use in all life's needs. 

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TWILIGHT MEMORIES 

As you stand on the pinnacle 

Today of glorious youth, 
Fill now your heart o'erflowing full, 

Of God's pure love and truth. 

And as you walk along the shore, 

Of life's eventful sea, 
And look far out upon the tide, 

Of frail humanity. 

Your soul will thrill with wondrous awe 

To know God wills that you 
Shall ever labor for the right, 

And to mankind be true. 



TO DOROTHY. 

Dear young friend, time in passing, 
Brings changes on life's way, 

And now holds kindly memories, 
Of your Mother's youth today. 

Firm friends our families ever, 

In days now long gone by, 
Though time and distance sever, 

Our hearts will still draw nigh. 

We have always watched your progress, 
As, climbing youth's bright hill, 

You ever strove for knowledge, 
Your pure young mind to fill. 

And now, receiving honors, 

For having done your best, 
Your friends all gladly greet you, 

And hope you may be blessed. 

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TWILIGHT MEMORIES 

Ah, blessed in all your efforts, 

Of knowledge true to find, 
And may life's richest treasures, 

Fill all your pure young mind. 



AN ABSENT DAUGHTER. 

Now just a thought of kindness give, 

To a daughter far away, 
Who sits in sorrow, sad and lone, 

On Mother's burial day. 

Carried far out on life's rough sea, 

Beyond the power of ken, 
To be returned in time to see, 

Her Mother's face again. 

Ah, yes, she grieves, but in her view 
A radiant star doth shine, 

To guide her vision up to heaven, 
Her Mother then she'll find. 



ON THE DEATH OF A MEMBER OF THE 

LADIES' MISSIONARY SOCIETY 

OF UNITY. 

Ladies, when again you gather, 
In your wonted place of prayer, 

You will sadly miss a member 

That for years met with you there. 

Kind and gentle, true and loving, - 
Mother, friend and guide — all three, 

Every one that knew her loved her, 
For a faithful friend was she. 

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WILIGHT MEMORIES 

In the years of youth's bright morning, 
She had sought the path of right, 

Bravely bare she all life's burdens, 
Leading others to God's light. 

Now she reaps her golden harvest, 
Of all precious seed she has sown, 

Christ himself her elder Brother, 
Leads her in glad triumph home. 



BIRTHDAY. 

Had I the power to give to you, 
The kindness my heart feels, 

Your birthday would with joy o'erflow 
And richest blessings yield. 

Another birthday comes apace, 
Still one more year has flown, 

How many sad souls you have cheered, 
To none but God is known. 

May you as pastor of your church 

Each year more useful be, 
And still lead many souls to God, 

And perfect liberty. 

May all recurring birthdays find, 
Your life and loved ones blest. 

And each year find you nearer home, 
And your eternal rest. 

So may the boy who proudly stands, 

Beside his noble sire. 
And claims this birthday as his own 

Have his young heart's desire. 

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TWILIGHT MEMORIES 

Yes, may he follow in the steps 

His father's feet have trod 
And be a guide for sin-sick souls, 

To lead them home to God. 



GLAD EASTER MORN. 

On this glad Easter morning, 
We all with joy would raise, 

Our hearts in glad thanksgiving, 
In silent, grateful praise. 

This day of all days greatest, 
The day when Christ arose, 

And burst death's bonds asunder, 
And conquered all earth's foes. 

Oh, glorious resurrection; 

Of life so freely given, 
To save us from destruction, 
And make our path to Heaven. 

Can we for whom Christ suffered, 
And died upon the cross, 

Withhold our praise this morning, 
If so, we are but dross. 

Oh, let our hearts deep center, 
Be filled with praise today, 

And may we all remember, 
To Heaven Christ is the way. 



MARION'S BIRTHDAY. 

Dear child, today you stand upon 
The threshold of your youth, 

And look far down upon the path 
Of innocence and truth. 



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A childhood of pure happiness, 

God gave you with His love, 
With parents, brother, home and friends, 

A gift from Heaven above. 

Now standing on the pinnacle 

Of childhood's pure delight, 
May this, your sixteenth birthday, be 

A memory, pure and bright. 

A sweet fond memory of the joys 

God in His mercy gave 
To teach, protect and lead up 

To glorious future days. 

Blessed years of knowledge, now dear girl, 

Will burst upon your view, 
And life will show God has a work 

For everyone, and you! 



THE LIGHTNING ROD. 

A long and slender piece of iron 

Lay useless by the bay, 
When Franklin, in a lonely watch, 

Discovered it one day. 

With searching eyes he looked at it, 

As it lay on the shore, 
Then, talking to himself, he said, 

I think I'll try once more. 

Electricity I have discovered, 
With all its power and might, 

Then why should I not use this thing, 
To thwart the lightning blight. 

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So, stooping down, he strings the iron, 

With slender copper wire, 
And reaching home, he hung it on 

The very tupmost spire. 

That night a fierce electric storm 

Shook all the country 'round, 
And the loud roar of thunder was, 

The only audible sound. 

Just then, as chance would have it, 
The lightning struck the spire, 

But instead of causing damage, 
It just ran along the wire. 

And then continued on its way, 

Until it reached the sod, 
Thus Franklin, by the use of brains, 

Discovered the lightning rod. 

— Robert L. Elder. 



TO OUR TEACHER AT OAKMONT. 

The hill of knowledge looms afar, 

Above our youthful gaze, 
And as we look on that bright star 

We stand entranced, amazed. 

We wonder can we ever climb 

Up to those glorious heights, 
Where knowledge God's best gift we find, 

And claim its pure delights. 

Ah ! not alone in our own strength 

Can we those heights ascend. 
We needs must seek in well-trained minds, 

Some strong, true loyal friends. 

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And then our hearts in gladness turn, 

In gratitude to you 
Whose lives are spent in training youth 

In knowledge pure and true. 

And in our teachers, one and all, 

These blessed friends we find, 
Devoting life's best energies, 

To educate our minds. 

Life's challice holds no purer gem, 

Than our fond love and true, 
So may God's blessings fill your lives 

As ours are filled by you. 

— Selected 



TO ROBERT WITH A GIFT. 

Dear boy, this book that here I send, 
Most faithfully portrays, 
The life of Christ in infancy, 
And in his boyhood days. 

Now since your gentle heart has been 
Touched by God's voice of love, 
And Christ has bid you shun all sin, 
And live for Heaven above. 

And as the path of life stands full 
Of dangers for all youth, 
I ask you dear, to learn of Christ, 
From this blessed book of truth. 

If you take Christ your Saviour in, 
To be your boyhood friend, 
He'll shield you from all power of sin, 
And from all harm defend. 



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Then take this book and learn of Him, 
Who sinless boyhood trod, 
Oh may Christ take you by the hand, 
And lead you home to God. 



A PRAYER FOR GUIDANCE. 

As I stepped across the portal 
Of my home ; a new-made bride, 
There and then I raised an altar 
Asking God to be our guide. 

As the future stretched before us, 
Far out into unknown space, 
Then my soul felt need of guidance, 
Need of God's dear love and grace. 

Standing in that new found silence, 
Then my heart sent forth this prayer, 
For the husband standing by me ; 
Shield and guide him Lord, with care. 

Let adverse winds destroy our hopes, 
And sorrow come with crushing power, 
I only ask of Thee, my God, 
To be my husband's guiding star. 

Oh let me to him prove a light, 
To shine along the heavenly road, 
Control my every thought aright, 
And safely lead his soul to God. 

Grant me but this, I ask no more, 
I seek not wealth nor gaudy show, 
But God my Father, grant me power, 
To be my husband's guiding star. 

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BIRTHDAY SOCIAL GREETINGS. 

Our meeting here tonight, my friends, 

Is plainly understood. 
We meet for social intercourse, 

And for our mutual good. 

We meet to pay a tribute, 

And our good will to extend, 
To a member of our Bible class, 

A staunch, true, loyal friend. 

We trust her worthy object 

May meet with great success, 
And many names be added 

To our Bible Class through this. 

OUR BIBLE CLASS'S BIRTHDAY PARTY. 

Another Birthday comes to you, my friend, 

From out the vast recesses of God's love. 
Comes to you laden with some Heavenly gifts, 

That God Himself sends to you from His home 

above. 
The gift of life God gives you, knowing well 

That you will give Him home room in your heart. 
And that each birthday brings new joy to tell, 

Another year you have lived a Christian's part. 

Life, love, home, children — all Heaven's purest gifts, 
Are sent to you this day, that you may know 

That God your Father His care of you will keep, 
While you His seed of truth and knowledge sow. 

Friends too, God gives you as we hereby prove, 
By gladly meeting with you here tonight. 

And bringing you our gifts to show our love, 
And our devotion to your cause of right. 

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Our Bible Class, we love it, well we may, 
For therein we can find life's purest gems, 

And may this social evening tend to sway, 
The hearts of all the ladies here tonight to attend, 
Our Bible Class. 



ROBIN. 

I heard a robin sing this morn 
In joyous happy glee, 
He sings a song upon a branch, 
Of every near-by tree. 

See, there he stands, the glorious bird, 
His sunshine to bestow, 
With heart and voice so full of joy, 
He can but sing, you know. 

Dear robin, always singing praise, 
To God because he gives 
To you the wondrous gift of power, 
To teach us how to live. 

I would that we might sing our praise, 

Like you, at early dawn, 

Oh robin, teach us all to raise 

Our hearts and voice in song. 

Teach us like you, to praise the Lord, 
And His great mercies sing, 
'Til every heart witji sweet accord, 
With you Heaven's joybells ring. 

TO A ROBIN. 

Robin dear, I hear you sing, 
In this glad early morning, 
Praising God whose gift you are 
Sent for earth's adorning. 

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Robin in that tree so tall, 
Do you not fear falling, 
As you swing on topmost bough, 
Singing God's "Good morning." 

Robin dear, your wondrous song, 
Sent to hearts grown weary, 
In the dawn of each new day, 
Comes with message cheering. 

Robin, do you know t'was God 
Sent you on this mission, 
Telling all who hear you sing, 
Praise is life's fruition. 

Robin dear, I'll gladly rise 
Early each new morning, 
And my praise, like yours I'll sing, 
For life eternal dawning. 



TO A ROBIN. 

Dear robin, thou bright bird of Spring, 

I wonder if you know 
The magic power that you sing forth, 

To set our hearts aglow. 

Dear robin, can you not explain, 

To me the power and skill, 
That teaches you, then sends you forth, 

Your mission to fulfill. 

I wonder, robin, do you know, 
How great your power to cheer, 

For all sad hearts through wintry days, 
Are glad when you appear. 

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How do you know to find the trail, 

In early days of Spring? 
That brings you back to make us all, 

So glad to hear you sing. 

You come each year to open up, 

The path to God in song, 
To fill all hearts with love and cheer, 

And glad, sweet praise prolong. 



TO A BABY. 

Dear little child, thy coming, 
As a rosebud, pure and white, 
To fill the hearts that love thee, 
With rapturous delight. 

Pure bud, each day we see thee, 
Unfolding leaves so white, 
No sin of life hath touched thee, 
Sweet treasure, Heaven's glad sight. 

God's richest blessing center 
Upon thy life, dear child, 
For father, mother and all friends, 
In God's dear love abide. 

And, as the years pass onward, 
And you in full bloom flower, 
Gain strength to send sweet fragrance, 
To cheer some life's dark hours. 

May you have found your mission, 
With power sent from above, 
To find life's glad fruition, 
Is centered in God's love. 



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OUR CLASS NAME. 

A new edict has been sent forth 
That our good class excel 
Must break her ranks and thereby form 
Another class as well. 

Let us be generous and donate 
Our class name to the men 
We'll take another next of kin 
And build our ranks again. 

Give us the name excelsior 
And let each member try- 
To send our watch word loud and clear 
Resounding to the sky. 

And when we come each Sabbath morn 
With hearts attuned to praise 
And with our lessons well prepared 
Excelsior we'll raise. 

And as we strive each week, each day 
Each hour God's love to show 
We'll find within the hearts of each 
Rich Bible truths will grow. 

Then let us give ourselves anew 
To God whom we adore 
Deep in our hearts the echo wakes 
Christ our excelsior. 



TO THELMA. 

Dear child, today you joined the church, 
And vowed that you would be 

A child of God, and strive to live 
Your life in purity. 

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A life of kindness, love and truth, 

Of duty, joy and peace. 
And God will bless your efforts, dear, 

His care will never cease. 

Now God will dominate your life 

And His dear love will be 
A present help in time of need, 

A tower of strength to thee. 

And if thy foot should falter, dear, 

E'en if perchance you fall, 
Kneel at the cross in fervent prayer, 

There Christ forgives us all. 

But be a child, a happy child, 
Strive all God's laws to obey, 

And Christ will lead you safely home, 
To Heaven's unending day. 



TO TWO GUILD BOYS. 

Dear little children, how my heart 

Has pitied you this day. 
Your pleasant smiles are turned to tears, 

Your heart is sad always. 

With father hurt, and mother sad, 

You do not want to play, 
To work, to study, or be good, 

On this dark, dreary day. 

But one thing, dear ones, we can do 

Together, you and I, 
Ask Christ, our Leader, to look down 

In pity from on high. 



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And bless your father in his pain, 

Your mother in her woe, 
And bless you Guild boys with His love 

Wherever you may go. 

God bless you, dear ones, in your grief, 

And bless you in your joy, 
And make you, as through life you go 

Good, faithful Christian boys. 



TO THE SNOW-DROP. 

Dear little snow-drop when you came 
To us last Sabbath morn 
Sent by the kindest of a friend 
The sick room to adorn. 

Brought by a child so like to thee 
Pure, loving, kind and true 
Her heart like yours filled with God's love 
Rang sweet joybells anew. 

Beneath the cold earth-clad snow bed 
You slept your sleep of peace 
Knowing that God's dear love and care 
O'er you would never cease. 

Now Spring is here new life God gives 

let your joybells ring 

Till all earth knows God's wondrous love 
Through you blessed flowers of Spring. 

In life's small things be resolute and great 
To keep thy muscles trained 
Knowest though when fate thy measure takes 
Or when she says to thee 

1 find thee worthy do this thing for me. 

— Selected 

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STANDARD BEARER. 

Standard bearers rise to conquest, 
Forward now, in days of youth, 
Let us this hour of life's bright morning', 
Prove your loyal worth and truth. 

Standard bearers, ask your Leader, 
To renew each day your love, 
And with guiding hand to help you, 
Fill life's ranks for heaven above. 

Standard bearers, God your Father, 
Placed these banners in your hands, 
May Christ coming find you worthy, 
Waiting still for God's commands. 

Standard bearers, lead right onward, 
Standard bearers, lead right onward, 
Let no thought of ease assail, 
Onward, upward, ever leading, 
May God's love in you prevail. 



WAIT WEARY HEART. 

Be not in such great haste, my heart, 
Have faith in God and stand and wait, 

And though it seems He will not come, 
He never yet has come too late. 

Wait thou and give thy spirit rest, 
Seek not to hasten days that roll, 

The feet that tread the path of God, 
Are sure some day to reach the goal. 

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I would my soul that thou might heed 

And let thy inmost spirit rest, 
Be still and know that I am God, 

And for thy good send what is best. 

Praise God my soul and know each day, 
That as you labor here for right, 

Your tired feet will tread life's way, 
And Christ will lead you home at night. 



A CHILD'S PRAYER. 

God my Father, in the morning, 
When my eyes first see the light, 

Then my heart awakes to thank Thee, 
For Thy care throughout the night. 

I will ask Thee now, dear Father, 
In Thy care place me this day, 

Teach me to love and obey Thee, 
When I work and when I play. 

Thou hast love for little children, 
Lord, I am a child — take me, 

Let no sin e'er dim the brightness, 
Of the love I have for Thee. 

Then, dear Lord, for Thee I scatter 
Seeds of kindness, love and truth, 

Only teach me more to know Thee, 
Now, dear Lord, in early youth. 

Then I will not fear the future, 
For I know Thy love and care, 

Will, abiding ever near me, 

Keep Thy child safe everywhere. 

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TO MRS. CAMPBELL ON LEAVING UNITY. 

The Juniors all are sad tonight, 
They know they lose a friend 
When Mrs. Campbell leaves this church 
Some other to attend. 

In life's bright morn you taught us 
To trust our Father's love 
To help us do our duty 
And live for heaven above. 

Believe us as we journey up 
The steps of life's broad plain 
The Juniors all will think of you, 
And hope we'll meet again. 

The sick will miss your dainties, 
The weary hearts your prayers; 
Indeed, dear friend, we'll miss you 
At all times, everywhere. 



TO THE CHILDREN. 

Dear little ones, in life's young days, 

I loved the children all, 
A child could always touch my heart, 

And hold me in its thrall. 

All through my life I tried to be 

To little ones a guide, 
And by the constant help of God, 

Pure life for them provide. 

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For naught on earth can lead a child, 

In paths of love and truth, 
As can our daily prayers poured forth, 

To God the font of youth. 

Then heed your teachers, as they strive, 

To plant in your young life, 
God's precious seeds to grow on earth, 

And bloom in Paradise. 

Christ loved the children, and we know, 
To them much power is given, 

To hold aloft Christ's love to shine, 
And light the path to heaven. 

A small lamp, brightly burnished, 

Will send its rays afar, 
The pure life of a little child, 

Shines like a heavenly star. 



ROSEBUD. 

My sweetheart, have you ever been told, 

The tale of the rosebud white, 
That came from heaven on earth to unfold, 

And bless us with such pure delight. 

I'll tell you the story, my sweetheart, my own, 
Of how, when our hearts were most sad, 

God, in His mercy, gave us the pure bud, 
And constrained us by love to be glad. 

God gave us this pure bud, and each day we see, 
Its white leaves unfold to the light, 

Oh, may we be worthy this bud to possess, 
And train it for God and the right. 

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It was thee, my dear loved one, yes thou art the bud, 

The Father has placed in our care, 
We pray to Him daily for wisdom and strength, 

To keep thee pure, spotless and fair. 

But loved one, to you God has given a work, 

A mission of love to fulfill, 
Be faithful, be true in your youth seek the Lord, 

And learn early to do God's own will. 



A MOTHER'S GIFT. 

Dear broken-hearted mother, 

All true friends sympathize, 
With you in this, your noble gift, 

Your country's sacrifice. 

Your boy you gave, your well beloved, 

You sent him forth to be, 
A bulwark of brave, glorious strength, 

A shield for Liberty ! 

No one but God can ever know, 

The volume vast and great, 
Of broken hearts, sight, tears and prayers, 

That reached fair Heaven's gate. 

Our righteous war had not been won 

Had mothers never given, 
Their gifts of love, their glorious sons, 

A sacrifice to Heaven. 

Oh noble mothers, may the crown 

Of life your brows shall wear, 
Be set with gems of Heaven's pure light, 

Fond mother's holy prayers. 



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A MOTHER'S LOSS. 

Dear mother, how we pity you, 

In this dark hour of pain, 
With you we kneel to ask that God, 

Will comfort and sustain. 

We, too, have known what 'tis to lose, 

A loved one by death's power, 
Prevading all life with its tears, 

Life's darkest, dreariest hour. 

God's ways we cannot understand, 

But this we all have known, 
That if we trust Christ's guiding hand, 

He always leads us home. 

Your boy has early reached his home, 

No more can fear of sin, 
Or fierce temptations overcome, 

With Christ he has entered in. 

Gods leads us all through waters deep, 

Before we reach life's goal, 
To purge the dross from out the gold, 

And purify our souls. 

VALENTINE DAY. 

If Valentines bring to each friend that they reach 
As much joy as they have brought my way, 

Then I hope none will grow too old to be glad 
When they hear that 'tis Valentine Day. 

The night before Valentine Day, as I read 

The newspaper, my evening employ, 
My eye caught this sentence at once, as it said, 

Old people no pleasures enjoy. 

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I beg to refute it, for well do I know 
That all such pure pleasures are mine, 

And I know that I find as much pleasure today, 
As I did in the far past old time. 

In fact, I think more pleasure comes to me now, 

For in past years I labored to be 
The maker of joys, for the dear ones I loved, 

Forgetful of self as you see. 

And if to my life a few more years are given, 

(I count now above seventy-five) 
Yet still I shall scatter good seeds for that heaven, 

Where the purest of pleasures abide. 

For now I have nothing to do but be glad, 

And enjoy all pure pleasures I see, 
For the children God gave me, now carry earth's cares 

And make life a blest Eden for me. 



ANOTHER VALENTINE. 

I read the daily papers, 
And therein I am told, 
That no one sends a valentine, 
To one that has grown old. 

That cannot be, for on my desk, 
Lay valentines galore, 
That I have just received, and yet, 
I am seventy-five, and more. 

I tell you, friends, what I do think, 
Old people make mistake, 
They put their hearts to sleep instead 
Of keeping wide awake. 



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I know that I am happy, 

Just as happy as can be, 

And the happiness of those I love, 

Makes joy in life for me. 



A VALENTINE. 

One valentine I will describe, 
It gives me joy to see, 
And if I can, I'll try to tell, 
Just what it means to me. 

The background blue to show how true, 
Your dear heart is to me, 
The base or stand secured by bands, 
Of firm integrity. 

The center shows a firm true heart 
Stood out in bold relief, 
Wreathed all 'round with roses rare, 
And pure white doves of peace. 

The center also shows a heart, 
On pedestal above, 
A bank of roses beautiful, 
And buds of future love. 

And on the top a little child, 

Sits smiling down at me, 

And reaching forth her hand she holds, 

Two hearts in one, I see. 

Your heart and mine, dear friend, have been, 

Cemented by God's love, 

We'll work together in His cause, 

"Til called to Heaven above. 



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A VALENTINE. 

Of all the many valentines 

My friends to me did send, 
None gave me greater pleasure, 

Than this picture of my friend. 

Loyal and true she hath ever been, 

In pleasure and in pain, 
With open heart and hand she stands, 

None seek her help in vain. 

May life's pure treasure fount pour forth, 

For her its glorious wealth, 
And all her days hold life's best gifts, 

Love, happiness and health. 



A VALENTINE FROM ISABELLE 

And still another Valentine 

I have received today. 
A picture of a dear child's face, 

How sweet no tongue can say. 

She is standing out upon the green, 
All dressed in dainty white, 

She holds a basket in her hand, 
Sweet vision of delight. 

In that bright smiling face I see, 
The latent power for good, 

The child, pure bud of future life, 
And glorious womanhood. 

May seeds of purity and love 

Your basket fill, my dear, 
And may your life devoted be 

To sowing seeds of cheer. 

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The four hearts that you sent to me, 

Mean friends so kind to you, 
They teach you all God's laws to obey, 

And to thyself be true. 



TO MARION THE DAY SHE WAS BORN. 

I meet thee at the door of life, 

Pure, sinless as thou art, 
And lay this gift of God's dear love, 

On the altar of thine heart. 

This Book I bring is God's own word, 

To little children given, 
To guide their youthful minds aright, 

And lead them safe to heaven. 

I loved this book when but a child, 

I gave my heart to God, 
I love it now in life's decline, 

Blessed anchor of His word. 

I give this precious book, to thee, 
And when I've passed away, 

It will guide thee til we meet again, 
In God's eternal day. 



GIFT OF FLOWERS FROM THE JUNIORS. 

Dear Juniors : 
Please accept my thanks 

For the love you sent to me, 
Embodied in those pure, white flowers, 

Emblems of purity. 



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Pure, fragrant buds, so like the life 

Of Juniors here today, 
Before the tainted breath of sin, 

Blows innocence away. 

Dear Juniors, heed your teachers' voice 

Walk in the paths they show, 
'Twill lead to Christ, from out whose love, 

Immortal flowers grow. 



THE PITTSBURGH NEWSBOYS 

I walked adown the path of life, 

And met with many joys, 
But none can supercede the bliss, 

Just given me by the boys. 

The Pittsburgh Newsboys — blessed type, 

Of good men soon to be — 
Have made a cast of their ideal, 

And sent that same to me. 

A cast of Lincoln; he it is 

Each newsboy ever tries 
To emulate that noble life, 

And like brave Lincoln rise. 

Dear boys, I do not even know, 
The names of those whose hands, 

Have wrought for me this precious gift, 
Of the hero of our land. 

But this I know, my heart responds, 

In thankfulness and joy, 
To know, no land holds truer hearts 

Than our Pittsburgh Newsboys 

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TO A BOY WITH A BROKEN ARM. 

Dear Calvin, if you could but know, 
How I have pitied you, 
Then you would know that if I could, 
I'd spend some hours with you. 

I would love to come, and we could talk, 
Of all life's sweetest joys, 
Of love and kindness, home and friends, 
And then of you, dear boys. 

We'd talk of what you mean to be, 
When you become a man, 
A power for good, a guiding hand, 
To do good where're you can. 

Then bravely bear your pain, dear boy, 
And let your heart keep strong, 
We need all boys like you, you know, 
To help us right Life's wrongs. 

A GIFT OF A BOOK. 

Dear child, today you are sheltered, 

In a home of love and joy, 
And yet you now are building, 

Your ship of life, dear boy. 

Yes child, each word, each action, 

Of yours in work or play, 
Is used to build for you a ship, 

To sail on life's rough way. 

We build our ships for Heaven, 
Of the thoughts within our heart 

And so I send this book, dear, 
To be your guide and chart. 

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You are sure to need a true friend, 

With you on life's rough sea, 
And I would pray you now, dear, 

Let Christ your pilot be. 

Then no harm can befall you, 
For Christ will calm each wave, 

With His dear love about you, 
And His great power to save. 



A SNOW-BIRD STORY. 

A story, a story, well, little ones, come 
For a story might help to beguile 

Your innocent tho'ts, for a short time at least, 
And your mother could rest for a while. 

Well, what shall I tell you, dear little ones now, 

Of flowers or birdies or bees ? 
Of all, everyone of them, don't leave one out, 

Come, come now, dear children, don't tease. 

A story, with everything thrown into one! 

I don't think your minds could contain. 
But this I will say, while I visit you here, 

If you're good, I'll tell stories again. 

Well, don't clap so hard, but sit quiet and still, 
And I'll tell you about a deep snow. 

That hid all the ground and came up to the sill, 
Clear up to the window, you know. 

There were five little girls, near the window they 
And each one with a doll of her own. (stood, 

For old Santa Claus had come in on that snow, 
And had made us all happy at home. 

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My dolly got broken, my heart had 'broke' too, 
And I stood by my mother and cried, 

As she sat by the window and looked at the snow 
Oh, Mama, my dollie has died. 

Well, don't cry, my darling, when Katie comes home 

She will fix up your dolly all new. 
But stand here, my children, I'll teach you today 

Of something I want you to do. 

So quietly, gently, she raised up the sash 
Of the window, and scattered the seed, 

That she always kept near her when taking her rest. 
For deep snow made birds hungry indeed. 

What a great flock of birdies came down on that snow 

To twitter and chatter and cheep. 
Oh ! what are they saying, dear mother, do tell, 

Thanking God they found something to eat. 

Dear ones, let this story take root in your hearts, 

Without it no life is complete. 
Keep good seeds close by you to scatter in need. 

And thank God when you've something to eat. 



HELEN'S BIRTHDAY. 

Dear Helen once again I come 
With love and roundelay 
To wish you health and happiness 
On this your new birthday. 

May you in this new year be given 
Health, happiness and love 
And may your dear young heart o'erflow 
In song to God above. 

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May every birthday bring to you 
Rare joys and glad bright days 
And may your sweet young life be filled 
With peace, health, love and praise. 

I love to look upon a child 

And think how great their power 

To scatter sunshine in this world * 

And brighten life's dark hours. 



GIFT TO A BABY. 

Dear little child, glad welcome, 
We come to give to you, 
So sweet and frail, so innocent, 
So Christ-like, pure and true. 

We're glad thy pathway is shielded, 
By parents whose blessed life, 
Devoted to God's service, 
Will train thee for the strife. 

May God's dear love be o'er you 
May good health be your dower, 
May your young life be glad and gay, 
And sweet as nature's flowers. 

And, as you grow in years, dear 
In knowledge best for you, 
May you love God sincerely, 
And to yourself be true. 

Accept this little gift, dear, 

It is sent that we may tell 

We are glad to have you with us, 

And we hereby wish you well. 

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TO OUR JUNIOR TEACHERS. 

Dig deep within the children's hearts, 

And plant the precious seeds, 
Of kindness, truth and God's dear love, 

Of such this earth hath need. 

Within the heart of every child, 

Responsive feelings flow. 
Be yours the power to wake that chord, 

And see God's flowers grow. 

Think not that you have toiled in vain, 

And never weary grow. 
Our God will bless your labors here, 

As on through life you go. 

Be ever faithful unto death, 

Rest will come safe and sure, 
God has for you a crown of life, 

That will for aye endure. 



ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND. 

One year ago today friends laid 

Your dear grandma to rest 

She had done her work, had sown her seed 

And now sleeps with the blest. 

Her life she filled with kindly deeds 
God filled her life with love 
She did her duty while on earth 
Now lives in heaven above. 

God's finger touched and she sleeps 
To wait the blest command 
To rise and join the ransom host 
And dwell at God's right hand. 

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CARE OF THE CHILDREN. 

Be careful of the children, 

When their thinking days arrive, 

And their childhood wakes within them, 
Oh, parents, then be wise. 

For then the seed you are sowing 1 

Will find a fertile field. 
The young- child's heart waking 

To good or ill will yield. 
God bids us love our children, 

And train them as we should, 
The seeds of good or evil 

Are sown in sweet childhood. 

Then use your God-giv'n talents, 

To train each child you own. 
And lead them safely, surely, 

Through life toward Heaven, their home. 

Our God is ever watchful 

Of the seeds we each have sown, 

In the hearts of little children, 
Who our Saviour called his own. 



THE WAYSIDE WELL. 

Beneath my casement in plain view 
Upon the bright green sod 
There stands in bold relief a gift 
A blessing from our God. 

In days gone by this God given gift 
Has stood the test of time 
No heat assails, no cold can harm 
This wondrous gift sublime. 

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From early morn till close of day 
Ah ! oft in night's dark hours 
The weary ones will wend their way 
To this blessed gift of ours. 

A well of water plenteous cool 
Refreshing, sweet and pure 
Enough for all yet hidden deep 
Beneath the earth's dark floor. 

I wonder as we stand and drink 
Each cooling cup of bliss 
How many pause with upraised hand 
And say "Thank God for this". 

If each one drinking at this well 
Would teach their hearts to say 
"I thank my God for giving me 
This wayside well today". 

How many happy thoughts would rise 
To God our Father's throne 
If each would give one word of thanks 
For blessings God has shown. 



DUTY. 

Dear friends another duty 
Devolves on us today 
To give our heartfelt sympathy 
And to God our Father pray. 

That in His tender mercies 

And by His infinite power 

He will shield those two young hearts today 

In this life's darkest hour. 

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TWILIGHT MEMORIES 

The loss of parents, home and friends 
In this their early youth 
Might cause their feet to wander far 
From out the path of truth. 

Then let us ask our God in prayer 
That Christ dear love be given 
To lead, protect and keep them safe 
Till home is found in Teaven. 

Your Mother's Bible Class. 



COMFORT. 

Dear young friends may you in life find 
The blessed rest complete 
By casting all your heavy load 
Of sorrows at Christ's feet. 

He came to help us bear life's woes 
Came down from Heaven to die, 
That we might in life's darkest hour, 
Find Christ and comfort nigh. 

We each must climb Golgotha's hill, 
Each one must bear their cross, 
But if we let Christ guide our steps 
We ne'er can suffer loss. 

Then heed the dear Christ's voice dear friends, 
Yield not to dark despair 
God's mercies shine through all dark clouds 
Come seek life's comfort there. 

Your Mother's Bible Class. 
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WELCOME TO THE MISSION GIRLS. 

The Missionary ladies 
Their good will here extend. 
And bid a gracious welcome 
To each young mission friend. 

As one by one we enter 
Our heavenly home above 
And thus our ranks diminish 
We turn to you with love. 

We ask that God's rich blessing 
Your young lives may so fill 
That all your lives may praise Him 
And do His gracious will. 



THANKS. 

We thank the ladies that have given 
To us this pleasant day. 
We thank them too for showing us 
The pure, right heavenly way. 

And as we each one climb the hill 
That all your feet have trod 
We ask your prayers that we be led 
In safety home to God. 



HELLO. 

When you meet a man in woe, 
Step right up and say Hello, 
Say hello and how'de do, 
How's the world a-usin' you? 

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Slap the fellow on the back, 
Bring your hand down with a whack, 
Don't wait for the crowd to go, 
Walk right up and say Hello. 

Is he clothed in rags, sho, 
Walk right up and say Hello 
Rags is just a cotton roll, 
Used for wrappin' up a soul, 
And a soul is worth a true 
Hale and hearty how de do, 
Don't wait for the crowd to go, 
Grip his hand and say Hello. 

When great vessels meet, they say, 
They salute and sail away, 
Just the same are you and me 
Sailin' on a boundless sea, 
Each one sailing his own log, 
To the port behind the fog, 
Let your speaking trumpet blow, 
Lift your horn and say Hello. 

Say Hello and how de do, 

Other folks as good as you, 

When you leave this house of clay, 

For the land so far away, 

When you go beyond that strange 

Country 'tother side the range, 

Then the friends you've helped will know 

Who you be, and say Hello. 

— Selected. 

SOWING GOOD SEED. 

Our life may be short, and we know not just when 
God's call may come to us and bid us come home, 
But this we do know, we are ready each day, 
If we're sowing good seed all along life's highways, 
Sowing good seeds in pure kindly deeds. 
For life, God and Heaven, keep sowing good seeds. 

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We know that when sowing seed sent from above, 
That as on earth we walk through the fields of God's 

love, 
We learn soon to choose to sow good seeds, not ill, 
For sowing good seeds, we our destiny fill. 
So sow the good seed, keep sowing good seed, 
If you value life's blessings, keep sowing good seed. 

Cast thy bread on the waters, it may seem to be lost 
Or you may have forgotten, not counting its cost. 
But ever through life as you wander and pause, 
Surprised at the Justice and Truth of God's laws, 
You will find, if you search out that prophecy true 
Your bread cast on the waters has returned to you. 

'Twill return to you, bringing God's pardon for sin, 
When that day comes, that will come, when you 

strive to get in 
To that haven of rest that God offers to all 
Who are weary of sin and respond to His call, 
If you help in His harvest and sow the good seed 
In the hearts of all people as you find life hath need. 
Once again, let me sound it, this best of all creeds, 
Fill your hearts with God's love and keep sowing 

good seed. 



THE GOLDEN SIDE NO. 1. 

There is many a race in the road of life, 

If we would but stop to take it, 
And many a tone from the better land, 

If the querulous heart would make it, 
To the sunny soul that is full of hope, 

And whose beautiful trust never faileth, 
The grass is green and the flowers are bright, 

Though the winter prevaileth. 

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Better to hope though the clouds hang low, 

And to keep the eye still lifted, 
For a sweet blue sky will still peep through, 

When the anxious clouds are rifted, 
There was never a night without a day, 

Or an evening without a morning, 
And the darkest hour so the proverb goes, 

Is the hour before the dawning. 



THE GOLDEN SIDE NO. 2. 

There is many a gem in the path of life, 

Which we pass in our idle pleasure, 
That is richer far than the jeweled crown, 

Or a miser-hoarded treasure, 
It may be the love of a little child, 

Or a mother's prayer to heaven, 
Or only a beggar's grateful thanks, 

For a cup of cold water given. 

Better to weave in the web of life, 

A bright and golden filling, 
And do God's work with a ready heart, 

And hands that are prompt and willing, 
Than to snap the delicate minute threads, 

Of our curious lives asunder, 
And then blame heaven for the tangled ends, 

And sit and grieve and wonder. 

— Osgood's Fifth Reader. 



TODAY AND TOMORROW. 

Don't tell me of tomorrow, 
Give me the man who'll say 

That when a good deed is to be done. 
Let's do that deed today. 



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We may all command the present, 

If we act and never wait, 
But repentance is the phantom, 

Of a past that comes too late. 

Don't tell me of tomorrow, 

There is much to do today, 
That can never be accomplished, 

If we throw the hours away, 
Every moment has its duty, 

None the future can foretell, 
Then why put off 'til tomorrow, 

What today can do as well. 

Don't tell me of tomorrow, 

If we look upon the past, 
How much that we have left to do, 

We can never do at last, 
Today ! it is the only time, 

For all on this frail earth, 
It takes an age to form a life, 

A moment gives it birth. 

— Osgood's Fifth Reader. 



THE OLD ARM-CHAIR. 

I love it, I love it, and who will dare 

To chide me for loving that old arm-chair? 
I've treasured it long as a sainted prize, 

I've bedewed it with tears and embalmed it with 
sighs, 
It is bound by a thousand bands to my heart, 

Not a tie will break, not a link will start, 
Would you learn the spell ? A mother sat there, 

And a sacred thing is that old arm-chair. 

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TWILIGHT MEMORIES 

In childhood's hour I lingered near, 

The hallowed seat, with list'ning ear, 
And gentle words that mother would give, 

To fit me to die and teach me to live, 
She told me shame would never betide, 

With Truth for my creed and God for my guide, 
She taught me to lisp my earliest prayer, 

As I knelt beside that old arm-chair. 



I sat and watched her many a day, 

When her eye grew dim and her locks were gray, 
And I almost worshiped her when she smiled, 

And turned from her Bible to bless her child. 
Years rushed on, but the last one sped, 

My idol was shattered, my earth star fled, 
I learned how much a heart can bear, 

When I saw her die in that old arm-chair. 



'Tis past, 'tis past, but I gaze on it now, 

With quivering breath and throbbing brain, 
It was there she nursed me, twas there she died, 

And memory flows like a lava tide, 
Say it is folly and call me weak, 

While the scalding drops start down my cheek, 
But I love it, I love it, and cannot tear, 

My heart from my mother's old arm-chair. 



LOOK ALOFT. 

In the tempest of life, when the wave and the gale 
Are around and above, if thy footing should fail, 
If thine eye should grow dim, and thy caution depart, 
"Look aloft!" and be firm, and be fearless of heart. 

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If the friend who embraced in prosperity's glow, 
With a smile for each joy and a tear for each woe, 
Should betray thee when sorrows like clouds are 

array'd, 
"Look aloft!" to the friendship which never shall 

fade. 

Should the visions which hope spreads in light to 

thine eye, 
Like the tints of the rainbow, but brighten to fly, 
Then turn, and, through tears of repentant regret, 
"Look aloft " to the sun that is never to set. 

Should they who are dearest — the son of thy heart, 
The wife of thy bosom — in sorrow depart, 
"Look aloft," from the darkness and dust of the tomb, 
To the soil where "affection is ever in bloom." 

And oh ! when death comes in his terrors, to cast 
His fears on the future, his pall on the past, 
In that moment of darkness, with hope in thy heart 
And a smile in thine eye, "look aloft" and depart. 

Osgood's Fifth Reader. 



ASPIRATIONS OF YOUTH. 

Higher, higher will we climb 

Up the mount of glory, 
That our names may live through time 

In our country's story : 
Happy, when her welfare calls, 
He who conquers, he who falls. 

Deeper, deeper let us toil 
In the mines of knowledge ; 

Nature's wealth, and learning's spoil, 
Win from school and college 

Delve we there for richer gems 

Than the stars of diadems. 

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Onward, onward will we press 

Through the path of duty; 
Virtue is true happiness, 

Excellence true beauty : 
Minds are of celestial birth : 
Let us make a heaven of earth. 

Close and closer then we knit 

Hearts and hands together, 
Where our fireside-comforts sit 

In the wildest weather: 
Oh, they wander wide who roam, 
For the joys of life, from home. 

Nearer, dearer bands of love 

Draw our souls in union 
To our Father's house above, 

To the saints communion: 
Thither every hope ascend ; 
There may all our labors end. 

— Osgood's Fifth Reader. 



CLEAR THE WAY. 

Men of thought, be up and Stirling 

Night and day ; 
Sow the seed, withdraw the curtain, 

Clear the way! 
Men of action, aid and cheer them, 
As you may. 
There's a fount about to stream, 
There's a light about to beam, 
There's a warmth about to glow, 
There's a flower about to blow, 
There's a midnight darkness 

Changing into gray. 
Men of thought, and men of action, 
Clear the way! 

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Once the welcome light has broken, 

Who shall say 
What the unimagined glories 

Of the day? 
What the evil that shall perish 
In its ray? 
Aid the dawning, tongue and pen ; 
Aid it, hopes of honest men; 
Aid it, paper; aid it type, 
Aid it, for the hour is ripe; 
And our earnest must not slacken 

Into play. 
Men of thought, and men of action, 
Clear the way! 

Lo ! a cloud's about to vanish 

From the day; 
And a brazen wrong to crumble 

Into clay! 
Lo! the right's about to conquer; 
Clear the way! 
With the right shall many more 
Enter smiling at the door; 
With the giant wrong shall fall 
Many others, great and small, 
That for ages long have held us 

For their prey. 
Men of thought, and men of action, 
Clear the way ! 

— Osgood's Fifth Reader. 



THE INQUIRY. 

Tell me, ye winged winds, 
That round my pathway roar, 

Do ye not know some spot 
Where mortals weep no more ? 

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Some lone and pleasant dell, 

Some valley in the west, 
Where, free from toil and pain, 

The weary soul may rest? 
The loud wind dwindled to a whisper low, 

And sigh'd for pity as it answered, "No." 

Tell me, thou mighty deep, 

Whose billows round me play, 
Know'st thou some favored spot, 

Some island far away, 
Where weary man may find 

The bliss for which he sighs, 
Where sorrow never lives. 

And friendship never dies ? 
The loud waves, rolling in perpetual flow, 

Stopped for a while, and sigh'd to answer, "No." 

And thou, serenest moon, 

That with such holy face 
Dost look upon the earth 

Asleep in night's embrace, 
Tell me, in all the round, 

Hast thou not seen some spot 
Where miserable man 

Might find a happier lot? 
Behind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe, 

And a voice, sweet but sad, respondeat "No." 

Tell me, my secret soul, 

tell me, Hope and Faith, 
Is there no resting-place 

From sorrow, sin, and death? 
Is there no happy spot, 

Where mortals may be blessed, 
Where grief may find a balm, 

And weariness a rest? 
Faith, Hope and Love, best boons to mortals given, 

Waved their bright wings, and whispered, "Yes, 
in Heaven!" —Osgood's Fifth Reader. 

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THE BURIAL OF MOSES. 

By Nebo's lonely mountain, 

On this side Jordan's wave, 
In a vale in the land of Moab, 

There lies a lonely grave ; 
And no man knows that sepulchre, 

And no man saw it e'er, 
For the angels of God upturned the sod, 

And laid the dead man there. 

That was the grandest funeral 

That ever passed on earth ; 
But no man heard the trampling 

Or saw the train go forth — 
Noiselessly as the daylight 

Comes back when night is done, 
And the crimson streaks on ocean's cheek 

Grow into the great sun. 

Noiselessly as the spring-time 

Her crown of verdure weaves, 
And all the trees on all the hills 

Open their thousand leaves ; 
So without sound of music, 

Or voice of them that wept, 
Silently down from the mountain crown, 

The great procession swept. 

Perchance the bald old eagle, 

On gray Beth-Peor's height, 
Out of his lonely eyrie, 

Look'd on the wondrous sight ; 
Perchance the lion stalking 

Still shuns that hallaw'd spot, 
For beast and bird have seen and heard 

That which man knoweth not. 

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But when the warrior dieth, 

His comrades in the war, 
With arms reversed and muffled drum, 

Follow his funeral car ; 
They show the banners takn, 

They tell his battles won, 
And after him lead his masterless steed, 

While peals the minute-gun. 

Amid the noblest of the land 

We lay the sage to rest, 
And give the bard an honor'd place, 

With costly marble drest, 
In the great minster transept 

Where lights like glories fall, 
And the organ rings, and the sweet choir sings 

Along the emblazoned wall. 

This was the truest warrior 

That ever buckled sword, 
This the most gifted poet 

That ever breathed a word, 
And never earth's philosopher 

Traced with his golden pen, 
On the deathless page, truths half so sage 

As he wrote down for men. 

And had he not high honor — 

The hill-side for a pall, 
To lie in state while angels wait 

With stars for tapers tall, 
And the dark rock pines, like tossing plumes, 

Over his bier to wave, 
And God's own hand in that lonely land, 

To lay him in the grave? 

In that strange grave without a name, 

Whence his uncoffined clay 
Shall break again, oh, wondrous thought 

Before the Judgment day, 

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And stand with glory rapt around 

On the hills he never trod, 
And speak of the strife that won our life, 

With the Incarnate Son of God. 

O lonely grave in Moab's land! 

dark Beth-Peor's hill ! 
Speak to these curious hearts of ours, 

And teach them to be still, 
God hath his mysteries of grace, 

Ways that we cannot tell ; 
He hides them deep, like the hidden sleep 

Of him He loved so well. 

— Osgood's Fifth Reader. 



THE OLD MAN BY THE WAYSIDE 

By the wayside, on a mossy stone, 
Sat a hoary pilgrim, sadly musing; 

Oft I marked him sitting there alone, 
All the landscape like a page perusing: 
Poor, unknown, — 

By the wayside, on a mossy stone. 

Buckled knee and shoe, and broad-rimmed hat, 
Coat as ancient as the form 'twas folding, 

Silver buttons, qeue, and crimpt cravat, 
Oaken staff his feeble hand upholding, 
There he sat 

Buckled knee and shoe, and broad-rimmed hat. 

Seem'd it pitiful he should sit there, 
No one sympathizing, no one heeding, 

None to love him for his thin gray hair, 
And the furrows all so mutely pleading 
Age and care: 

Seem'd it pitiful he should sit there. 

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TWILIGHT MEMORIES 

It was summer, and we went to school, 
Dapper country lads and little maidens, 

Taught the motto of the "Dunce's stool," 
(Its grave import still my fancy ladens,) — 
"HERE'S A FOOL!" 

It was summer, and we went to school. 



When the stranger seemed to mark our play, 
Some of us were joyous, some sad-hearted; 

I remember well, too well, that day ! 

Oftentimes the tears unbidden started, — 
Would not stay, — 

When the stranger seem'd to mark our play. 



One sweet spirit broke the silent spell; 

Ah ! to me her name was always heaven ! 
She besought him all his grief to tell, 

(I was thirteen, and she eleven,) 
ISABEL! 
One sweet spirit broke the silent spell. 



"Angel," said he, sadly, "I am old : 

Earthly hope no longer hath a morrow: 

Yet, why I sit here thou shalt be told." 
Then his eye betray'd a pearl of sorrow ;- 
Down it rolled 

"Angel", said he, sadly, "I am old!" 



"I have tottered here to look once more 
On the pleasant scene where I delighted 

In the careless, happy days of yore, 

Ere the garden of my heart was blighted 
To the core ! 

I have tottered here to look once more ! 

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"All the picture now to me how dear ! 

E'en this gray old rock where I am seated 
Is a jewel worth my journey here: 

Ah, that such a scene must be completed 
With a tear! 
All the picture now to me how dear ! 



"Old stone school-house ! it is still the same ! 

There's the very step I so oft mounted ; 
There's the window creaking in its frame, 

And the notches that I cut and counted, 
For the game! 
Old stone school-house ! it is still the same 



"In the cottage yonder I was born ; 

Long my happy home that humble dwelling ; 
There the fields of clover, wheat, and corn, 

There the spring, with limpid nectar swelling. 
Ah, forlorn! 
In the cottage yonder I was born. 



"There's the orchard where we used to climb 
When my mates and I were boys together, 

Thinking nothing of the flight of time, 

Fearing naught but work and rainy weather- 
Past its prime! 

There's the orchard where we used to climb! 



"There's the mill that ground our yellow grain; 

Pond and river still serenely flowing; 
Cot, there nestling in the shaded lane, 

Where the lily of my heart was blowing, — 
Mary Jane ! 
There's the mill that ground our yellow grain ! 

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"There's the gate on which I used to swing, 

Brook, and bridge, and barn, and old red stable ; 

But alas ; no more the morn shall bring 
That dear group around my father's table, — 
Taken wing! 

There's the gate on which I used to swing! 



"I am fleeing! all I loved are fled 

Yon green meadow was our place for playing; 
That old tree can tell of sweet things said, 

When around it I and Jane were straying: 
She is dead! 
I am fleeing ! all I loved are dead ! 



"Yon white spire, — a pencil on the sky, 
Tracing silently life's changeful story, — 

So familiar to my dim old eye, 

Points me to seven that are now in glory 
There on high! 

Yon white spire, — a pencil on the sky ! 



"Oft the aisle of that old church we trod, 
Guided thither by an angel mother; 

Now she sleeps beneath its sacred sod; 
Sire and sisters, and my little brother; 
Gone to God ! 

Oft the aisle of that old church we trod ! 



"There I heard of wisdom's pleasant ways; 

Bless the holy lesson ! but, ah, never 
Shall I hear again those songs of praise, 

Those sweet voices, silent now for ever; 
Peaceful days! 
There I heard of wisdom's pleasant ways ! 

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"There my Mary blest me with her hand. 

When our souls drank in the nuptial blessing, 
Ere she hasten'd to the spirit land, 

Yonder turf her gentle bosom pressing: 
Broken band! 
There my Mary blest me with her hand ! 

"I have come to see that grave once more, 
And the sacred place where we delighted, — 

Where we worship'd in the days of yore, 
Ere the garden of my heart was blighted 
To the core ! 

I have come to see that grave once more. 

"Angel," said he, sadly, "I am old! 

Earthly hope no longer has a morrow: 
Now, why I sit here thou hast been told." 

In his eye another pearl of sorrow, — 
Down it roll'd! 
"Angel," said he, sadly, "I am old." 

By the wayside, on a mossy stone, 

Sat a hoary pilgrim, sadly musing ; 
Still I mark'd him sitting there alone, 
All the landscape like a page perusing: 
Poor, unknown, — 
By the wayside, on a mossy stone ! 

— Osgood's Fifth Reader. 



LITTLE JIM. 

The cottage was a thatch'd one, 
The outside old and mean, 

Yet everything within that cot 
Was wondrous neat and clean. 

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The night was dark and stormy, 

The wind was howling wild ; 
A patient mother knelt beside 

The death-bed of her child. 

A little worn-out creature — 

His once bright eyes grown dim ; 

It was a collier's only child — 
They called him Little Jim. 

And oh ! to see the briny tears 

Fast hurrying down her cheeky 
As she offer' d up a prayer in thought — 

She was afraid to speak, 

Lest she might waken one she lov'd 

Far better than her life; 
For there was all a mother's love 

In that poor collier's wife. 

With hands uplifted, see! she kneels 

Beside the sufferer's bed; 
And prays that He will spare her boy, 

And take herself instead! 

She gets her answer from the child : 
Soft fell these words from him: — 

"Mother, the angels do so smile, 
And beckon little Jim ! 

"I have no pain, dear mother, now, 

But oh ! I am so dry ; 
Just moisten poor Jim's lips again; 

And, mother, don't you cry." 

With gentle, trembling haste she held 

The tea-cup to his lips ; 
He smiled, to thank her, as he took 

Three little tiny sips. 

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"Tell father when he comes from work, 

I said good night to him ; 
And, mother, now I'll go to sleep:" — 

Alas, poor little Jim. 

She saw that he was dying — 

The child she lov'd so dear 
Had utter'd the last words that she 

Might ever hope to hear. 

The cottage door was open'd ; 

The collier's step was heard; 
The mother and the father met, 

Yet neither spake a word ! 

He knew that all was over — 

He knew his child was dead; 
He took the candle in his hand, 

And walked toward the bed. 

His quiv'ring lips gave token 

Of grief he'd fain conceal; 
And see! his wife has join'd him, — 

The stricken couple kneel ! 

With hearts bowed down with sadness, 

They humbly ask of Him, 
In heaven, once more, to meet again 

Their own poor Little Jim. 

— Osgood's Fifth Reader. 



THE PSALM OF LIFE. 

Tell me not, in mournful numbers, 
Life is but an empty dream ! 

For the soul is dead that slumbers, 
And things are not what they seem. 

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TWILIGHT MEMORIES 

Life is real life is earnest! 

And the grave is not its goal ; 
Dust thou art — to dust returnest, — 

Was not spoken of the soul. 

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, 

Is our destined end or way; 
But to act that each tomorrow 

Find us farther than today. 

Art is long, and time is fleeting, 

And our hearts, though stout and brave, 

Still, like muffled drums, are beating 
Funeral marches to the grave. 

In the world's broad field of battle, — 

In the bivouac of life, — 
Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! 

Be a hero in the strife ! 

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant ; 

Let the dead Past bury its dead ; 
Act, — ACT in the living Present ! 

Heart within, and God o'erhead! 

Lives of great men all remind us 

We can make our lives sublime, 
And, departing, leave behind us 

Footprints on the sand of time! 

Footprints, that perhaps another, 

Sailing o'er life's solemn main, 
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, 

Seeing, shall take heart again. 

Let us, then, be up and doing, 

With a heart for any fate; 
Still achieving, still pursuing, 

Learn to labor and to wait. 

— Osgood's Fifth Reader. 

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THE SMACK IN SCHOOL. 

A District school, not far away, 
'Mid Berkshire hills, one winter's day, 
Was humming' with its wonted noise 
Of three-score mingled girls and boys; 
Some few upon their tasks intent, 
But more on furtive mischief bent. 

The while the master's downward look 
Was fastened on a copy-book; 
When suddenly, behind his back, 
Rose sharp and clear a rousing smack ! 
As 'twere a battery of bliss 
Let off in one tremendous kiss! 

"What's that?" the startled master cries; 
"That, thir," a little imp replies, 
"Wath William Willeith, if you pleathe— 
I thaw him kith Thuthanna Peathe!" 
With frown to make a statue thrill, 
The master thundered, "Hither, Will!" 

Like wretch o'ertaken in his track, 
With stolen chattels on his back, 
Will hung his head in fear and shame, 
And to the awful presence came — 
A great, green, bashful simpleton, 
The butt of all good-natured fun. 

With smile suppressed, and birch upraised, 

The threatener faltered — "I'm amazed 

That you, my biggest pupil, should 

Be guilty of an act so rude ! 

Before the whole set school to boot — 

What evil genius put you to't?" 

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" 'Twas she, herself, sir/' sobbed the lad, 

"I did not mean to be so bad ; 

But when Susannah shook her curls, 

And whispered, I was 'fraid of girls, 

And dursn't kiss a baby's doll, 

I couldn't stand it, sir, at all, 

But up and kissed her on the spot! 

I know — boo-hoo — I ought to not, 

But, somehow, from her looks, — boo-hoo — 

I thought she kind o' wished me to!" 

— Osgood's Fifth Reader. 



THE BAREFOOT BOY. 

Blessings on thee, little man, 
Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! 
With thy turned-up pantaloons, 
And thy merry whistled tunes; 
With thy red lip, redder still 
Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; 
With the sunshine on thy face, 
Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace: 
From my heart I give thee joy; 
I was once a barefoot boy ! 

Prihce thou art — the grown-up man 
Only is republican. 
Let the million-dollared ride! 
Barefoot, trudging at his side, 
Thou hast more than he can buy, 
In the reach of ear and eye — 
Outward sunshine, inward joy: 
Blessings on thee, barefoot boy! 

Oh ! for boyhood's painless play, 
Sleep that wakes in laughing day; 
Health that mocks the doctor's rules; 
Knowledge, never learned of schools, 

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Of the wild bee's morning chase, 
Of the wild-flower's time and place, 
Flight of fowl and habitude 
Of the tenants of the wood ; 

How the tortoise bears his shell, 
How the woodchuck digs his cell, 
And the ground-mole sinks his well ; 
How the robin feeds her young, 
How the oriole's nest is hung; 
Where the whitest lilies blow, 
Where the freshest berries grow, 
Where the ground-nut trails its vine, 
Where the wood-grapes' clusters shine; 

Of the black wasp's cunning way, 
Mason of his walls of clay, 
And the architectural plans 
Of gray hornet artisans! — 
For, eschewing books and tasks, 
Nature answers all he asks; 
Hand in hand with her he walks, 
Face to face with her he talks, 
Part and parcel of her joy, — 
Blessings on the barefoot boy ! 

Oh ! for boyhood's time of June, 
Crowding years in one brief moon, 
When all things I heard and saw, 
Me, their master, waited for. 
I was rich in flowers and trees, 
Humming-birds and honey-bees ; 

For my sport the squirrel played; 
Plied the snouted mole his spade; 
For my taste the blackberry cone 
Purpled over hedge and stone ; 

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Laughed the brook for my delight 
Through the day and through the night, 
Whispering at the garden wall, 
Talked with me from fall to fall ; 

Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond, 
Mine the walnut slopes beyond, 
Mine, on bending orchard trees, 
Apples of Hesperides! 
Still, as my horizon grew, 
Larger grew my riches too ; 
All the world I saw or knew 
Seemed a complex Chinese toy, 
Fashioned for a barefoot boy ! 

Oh, for festal dainties spread, 
Like my bowl of milk and bread, 
Pewter spoon and bowl of wood, 
On the door-stone, gray and rude ! 
O'er me, like a regal tent, 
Cloudy-ribbed, the sunset bent, 
Purple-curtained, fringed with gold, 
Looped in many a wind-swung fold; 
While for music came the play 
Of the pied frogs' orchestra ; 
And, to light the noisy choir, 
Lit the fly his lamp of fire. 
I was monarch: pomp and joy 
Waited on the barefoot boy ! 

Cheerily, then, my little man, 
Live and laugh, as boyhood can! 
Though the flinty slopes be hard, 
Stubble-speared the now-mown sward, 
Every morn shall lead thee through 
Fresh baptisms of the dew; 
Every evening from thy feet 
Shall the cool wind kiss the heat: 

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All too soon these feet must hide 
In the prison cells of pride, 
Lose the freedom of the sod, 
Like a colt's for work be shod, 
Made to tread the mills of toil, 
Up and down in ceaseless moil : 

Happy if their track be found 
Never on forbidden ground ; 
Happy if they sink not in 
Quick and treacherous sands of sin, 
Ah ! that thou couldst know thy joy, 
Ere it passes, barefoot boy ! 

—Osgood's Fifth Reader. 



THE BELLS. 
Hear the sledges with the bells, 
Silver bells 
What a world of merriment their melody foretells ! 
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle 

In the icy air of night ! 
While the stars, that oversprinkle 
All the heavens, seem to tinkle 

With a crystalline delight, 
Keeping time, time, time, 
In a sort of Runic rhyme, 
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells 

From the bells, bells, bells, 
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. 

Hear the mellow wedding bells, 
Golden bells! 
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells ! 
Through the balmy air of night 
How they ring out their delight! 
From the molten golden notes, 
And all in tune, 

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What a liquid ditty floats 
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats 
On the moon! 

Oh, from out the sounding- cells 
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells 
How it swells! 
How it dwells 
On the future! how it tells 
Of the rapture that impels 
To the swinging and the ringing 
Of the bells, bells, bells, 
Bells, bells, bells, 
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells ! 

Hear the loud alarum bells, 
Brazen bells! 
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells ! 
In the startled ear of night 
How they scream out their affright! 
Too much horrified to speak, 
They can only shriek, shriek, 
Out of tune, 
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, 
In a mad expostulation to the deaf and frantic fire 
Leaping higher, higher, higher, 
With a desperate desire 
And a resolute endeavor, 
Now, now to sit, or never, 
By the side of the pale-faced moon. 
Oh, the bells, bells, bells 
What a tale their terror tells 
Of despair! 

How they clang and clash and roar ! 
What a horror they outpour 
On the bosom of the palpitating air! 
Yet the ear it fully knows, 

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By the twanging 
And the clanging, 
How the danger ebbs and flows; 
Yet the ear distinctly tells, 
In the jangling 
And the wrangling, 
How the danger sinks and swells, 
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the 
bells, 

Of the bells! 
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, 
Bells, bells, bells, 
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells ! 

Hear the tolling of the bells, 
Iron bells ! 
What a world of solemn thought their monody com- 
pels! 
In the silence of the night, 
How we shiver with affright 
At the melancholy menace of their tone; ] 

For every sound that floats 
From the rust within their throats 
Is a groan. 

And the people, — ah, the people! 
They that dwell up in the steeple, 

All alone; 
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling 

In that muffled monotone, 
Feel a glory in so rolling 

On the human heart a stone, — 
They are neither man nor woman ; 
They are neither brute nor human : 

They are ghouls: 
And their king it is who tolls: 
And he rolls, rolls, rolls, 

Rolls 
A paean from the bells ! 

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And his merry bosom swells 
With the paean of the bells, 
And he dances and he yells, 
Keeping time, time, time, 
In a sort of Runic rhyme, 
To the paean of the bells, 
Of the bells! 
Keeping time, time, time, 
In a sort of Runic rhyme, 

To the throbbing of the bells, 
Of the bells, bells, bells, 

To the sobbing of the bells ; 
Keeping time, time, time, 

As he knells, knells, knells, 
In a happy Runic rhyme, 

To the rolling of the bells; 
Of the bells, bells, bells, 

To the tolling of the bells, 
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, 
Bells, bells, bells; 
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells ! 

— Osgood's Fifth Reader. 



EXCELSIOR. 

The shades of night were falling fast, 
As through an Alpine village pass'd 
A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, 
A banner with a strange device, — 
Excelsior ! 

His brow was sad; his eye beneath 
Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, 
And like a silver clarion rung 
The accents of that unknown tongue, — 
Excelsior ! 

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In happy homes he saw the light 
Of household fires gleam warm and bright; 
Above, the spectral glacier shone ; 
And from his lips escaped a groan, — 
Excelsior ! 

"Try not the pass " the old man said ; 
"Dark lowers the tempest overhead ; 
The roaring torrent is deep and wide !" 
And loud that clarion voice replied, — 
Excelsior! 



"Beware the pine-tree's withered branch ! 
Beware the awful avalanche!" 
This was the peasant's last good-night; 
A voice replied, far up the height, — 
Excelsior! 



At break of day, as heavenward 
The pious monks of Saint Bernard 
Utter'd the oft repeated prayer, 
A voice cried through the startled air, 
Excelsior! 

A traveler, by the faithful hound, 
Half -buried in the snow was found, 
Still grasping, in his hand of ice, 
That banner with the strange device, — 
Excelsior 

There in the twilight, cold and gray, 
Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay : 
And from the sky, serene and far, 
A voice fell, like a falling star, — 
Excelsior! 

— Osgood's Fifth Reader. 

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LINCOLN, THE MAN OF THE PEOPLE. 

When the Norn Mother saw the whirlwind hour 
Greatening and darkening as it hurried on, 
She left the Heaven of Heroes and came down 
To make a man to meet the mortal need. 
She took the tried clay of the common road — 
Clay warm yet with the genial heat of Earth, 
Dasht through it all a strain of prophecy; 
Tempered the heap with thrill of human tears; 
Then mixt a laughter with the serious stuff. 
Into the shape she breathed a flame to light 
That tender, tragic, ever-changing face ; 
And laid on him a sense of the Mystic Powers, 
Moving — all husht — behind the mortal vail. 
Here was a man to hold against the world, 
A man to match the mountains and the sea. 



The color of the ground was in him, the red earth ; 

The smack and tang of elemental things : 

The rectitude and patience of the cliff ; 

The good-will of the rain that loves all leaves ; 

The friendly welcome of the wayside well; 

The courage of the bird that dares the sea ; 

The gladness of the wind that shakes the corn; 

The pity of the snow that hides all scars ; 

The secrecy of streams that make their way 

Under the mountain to the rifted rock ; 

The tolerance and equity of light 

That gives as freely to the shrinking flower 

As to the great oak flaring to the wind — 

To the grave's low hill as to the Matterhorn 

That shoulders out the sky. Sprung from the West, 

He drank the valorous youth of a new world. 

The strength of virgin forests braced his mind, 

The hush of spacious prairies stilled his soul. 

His words were oaks in acorns ; and his thoughts 

Were roots that firmly gript the granite truth. 

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Up from log" cabin to the Capitol, 

One fire was on his spirit, one resolve 1 — 

To send the keen ax to the root of wrong 1 , 

Clearing a free way for the feet of God, 

The eyes of conscience testing every stroke, 

To make his deed the measure of a man. 

He built the rail-pile as he built the State, 

Pouring his splendid strength through every blow: 

The grip that swung the ax in Illinois 

Was on the pen that set a people free. 

So came the Captain with the mighty heart; 
And when the judgment thunders split the house, 
Wrenching the rafters from their ancient rest, 
He held the ridgepole up, and spikt again 
The rafters of the Home. He held his place — 
Held the long purpose like a growing tree — 
Held on through blame and faltered not at praise. 
And when he fell in whirlwind, he went down 
As when a lordly cedar, green with boughs, 
Goes down with a great shout upon the hills, 
And leaves a lonesome place against the sky. 

— Edwin Markham. 
Wishing that all readers might read this and re- 
vere the name of Lincoln. 



UNITY BRANCH OF THE NATIONAL FRUIT 
AND FLOWER GUILD. 

A story, one more before I go. Well girls, you 
have asked me what I mean by the Guild. Let us 
make a story of that, and I'll tell you truly how it 
came into our midst. I spent six weeks once in the 
hospital as company for a sick friend, and while 
there I made note of how glad the poor sick ones 
seemed if some one would send or bring them flow- 
ers, blessed gifts of flowers. God the Father then 
and there planted a little seed of pity in my heart, 

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gave me a whole package to plant at home, and 
when I went home in the early spring, I at once made 
ready to plant my seeds. Being anxious to find a 
fertile field (always found in children's hearts) I took 
my seed of pity with me and went to a school picnic, 
and while the children ate the dinner I told them the 
sad story of the suffering and sorrow I had seen, 
ending by saying, let us get up a band of willing 
workers to do kind things for them. How many are 
willing to join and pay five cents a month, and prom- 
ise to all they can? Let us call the band the Na- 
tional Unity Branch of the Fruit and Flower Guild. I 
think every right hand in that crowd went up in 
accord with the proposition. 

I went home well content to let the seed take root 
in their young hearts, but girls, I want to tell you 
this, that same evening two of those boys came to 
my door with a buggy load of flowers they had gone 
to the woods and gathered. Their buggy was full 
of white traliums, that is white wood lillies, for me 
to send to the hospital next morning. And children, 
I am so glad to tell you that from the seed sown in 
heart gardens in that schoolhouse yard has grown up 
a pure white monument, not made of marble, cold 
and lifeless, but of love, pity and sympathy for 
others. In the building of this our monument we 
strive to send joy and sunshine into every heart. I 
would tell you, dear ones, our Guild is not confined 
to children by any means. In the six years since we 
started, we are proud to tell, almost everybody in 
and out of the town, holds membership. 

No doubt you will hear more about our monument 
as the days go by, but don't fail to remember that it 
was but the tiny seed of pity sown deep in children's 
hearts that gave the ground on which to build. 
A small light, brightly burnished, 

Will send its rays afar. 
Christ's love in little children's hearts, 
Shines out a heavenly star. 

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GUILD GREETING. 

Ye Doctors, Lawyers and Ministers, 

Conductors, Editors, 
And every one whose names have graced 

Our Guild Books heretofor. 

We come again to ask you 

Your allegiance to renew, 
And help us start this glad New Year 

And see it bravely through. 

And we would also ask of you 

Who never gave your name, 
To take this time most opportune, 

And come and join the same. 

The Ladies Oh ! we are sure of them, 

They are always ready quite, 
To join with loving hearts and hands, 

To help us live for right. 

Each town should have its own ideal, 

A something all hold dear, 
Our Guild will raise a monument 

To sunshine, flowers and cheer. 

It has been said by one who knows, 
Worth never jumps, she creeps, 

Our Guild has crept for five years now, 
Come, stand her on her feet. 

WILLING WORKERS. 

Make us willing, make us earnest, 
Make us just what we should be, 
Help us strive to make life better, 
Keep us from sin's thraldom free. 

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We would fain live each day better, 
So much better than the rest, 
Striving still to carry sunshine, 
Into hearts by cares oppressed. 

Do we know where sickness' shadows, 
Hearts with pain and fear distressed, 
Let us seek them out and cheer them, 
May all life by us be blessed. 

All the bright flowers of the hillsides, 
Filled with beauty wondrous fair, 
Let us gather them and send them, 
Cheering others by our care. 

God has filled our lives with comfort, 
Blessed days with joy replete, 
Let us scatter life's bright sunshine, 
In the hearts of all we meet. 

Now as our young lives are passing, 
May we live each day with care, 
Striving to do good and scatter, 
God's free blessings everywhere. 



A PLEA FOR MEMBERS. 

Dear friends, tonight I come to tell 
What everyone should know, 
Just what our Flower Guild doth mean, 
And what will make it grow. 

It means that while God gives us health, 
We labor to secure 
The power to help all stricken ones, 
Their sorrows to endure. 

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When pain and sickness lay friends low, 
We hasten to procure, 
The finest fruits and flowers that grow, 
And thus God's love assure. 

Five cents a month ; how small the price, 
The Guild asks you to pay, 
That you may help relieve the load 
Of sorrows on life's way. 

Then come and join with us tonight, 
And help our Guild to raise, 
A monument to God's dear love, 
A blessing for sad days. 



FAIR UNITY. 

Fair Unity, thou beauteous gem, 
Framed in and on these hills, 

Thy air a panacea proves 
For all our numerous ills. 

Thy fields of waving grain all speak 
Of husbandry well planned, 

Thv fruit trees shower abundance down 
To bless this happy land. 

Beneath the feet of those who walk, 
Thy hills are diamonds found, 

Rare diamonds, source of untold wealth, 
And gas and oil abound. 

But, Unity, a fairer gem 

Is found upon thy sod, 
Within the homes and hearts of them 

Who love and serve thy God. 

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Come, Unity, thou favored one, 

Count all thy mercies o'er, 
Then bring a gift to help our Guild, 

To feed the suffering poor. 

Let not the canker worm of greed 

Withhold thy generous hand, 
But give, as God has blessed thy store, 

This is our King's command. 

The Express Companies are blest 

With Christian men at head, 
They'll send thy gifts both safe and free 

Where sick and poor are fed. 

Then come to our ingathering, 
The admittance fee is small, — 

A glass of jelly, or its price, 
Admits you to our hall. 



IN HONOR OF THE UNITY BOYS. 

From out the breadth of this fair land 

In homes replete with cheer, 
The boys in health and strength have grown, 

To manhood's early year. 

They roamed thy hills fair Unity, 

And gave life little thought, 
Secure in health and happiness 

Their daily tasks were wrought. 

Life's highest aims a happy home, 

In sweet content they grew, 
From wee small boys, to sturdy youth 

Brave, man-like, staunch and true. 

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But war's dark cloud began to rise, 

Across the land and sea 
And boys woke up to read and think, 

And love sweet Liberty. 

And then across the dark, deep sea, 

Came this insistent cry 
Dear brothers of America, 

Come help us ere we die. 

Our brave boys heard, and with a shout, 

As one man answered they — 
We come to help all foes to rout 

And now they are on their way. 

Come mothers, fathers, sisters, friends, 

All loyal friends so true, 
We'll raise our nation's flag to cheer, 

All patriot hearts anew. 

We'll also raise our service flag, 

And let old glory see, 
That by her stand — her brave young sons, 

To shield her liberty. 

Come then all friends and make this night, 

A long remembered one. 
When proud old glory counts her stars 

Of many new born sons. 



THE MODERN BELLE. 

She sits in a fashionable parlor, 
And rocks in her easy chair; 

She is clad in silks and satins, 
And jewels are in her hair; 

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She winks, and giggles, and simpers, 
And simpers, and giggles, and winks, 

And though she talks a little, 

'Tis a good deal more than she thinks. 

She lies a-bed in the morning 

Till nearly the hour of noon, 
Then comes down snapping and snarling 

Because she was called so soon ! 
Her hair is still in papers, 

Her cheeks still fresh with paint ; 
Remains of her last night's blushes 

Before she intended to faint. 

She doats upon men unshaven, 

And men with "flowing hair;" 
She's eloquent over mustaches, 

They give such a foreign air ! 
She talks of Italian music, 

And falls in love with the moon, 
And if a mouse were to meet her, 

She would sink away in a swoon. 

Her feet are so very little, 

Her hands are so very white, 
Her jewels so very heavy, 

And her head so very light, 
Her color is made of cosmetics, 

(Though this she never will own,) 
Her body's mostly of cotton, 

Her heart is made wholly of stone. 

She falls in love with a fellow, 

Who swells with a foreign air; 
He marries her for her money, 

She marries him for his hair, 
One of the very best matches, 

Both are well mated in life ; 
She's got a fool for a husband, 

He's got a fool for a wife ! 

— Osgood's Fifth Reader. 
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EXCUSE FOR NONSENSE. 

Had I the power to send to you, 
The good things that I would; 
Believe me friend your Co. D. 
Would have all earthly good. 

But since that power is denied, 
I'll try what I can do, 
I'll make and send this nonsense book, 
To cheer an hour for you. 

All men love nonsense now and then. 
But in their hearts deep fount, 
They value more truth, honor, right, 
And all good things that count. 

And so I'll cut and snip and paste ; 
And send this book to thee, 
And while I work I'll pray God's grace 
May dwell with Co. D. 



KATYDID. 

I love to hear thine earnest voice, 

Wherever thou art hid, 
Thou testy little dogmatist, 

Thou pretty katydid ! 
Thou 'mindest me of gentlefolks, — 

Old gentlefolks are they — 
Thou sayest an undisputed thing 

In such a solemn way. 

Thou art a female, katydid 

I know it by the trill 
That quivers through thy piercing notes, 

So petulant and shrill. 

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I think there is a knot of you 

Beneath the hollow tree, — 
A knot of spinster katydids: 

Do katydids drink tea ? 

Oh, tell me, where did Katy live, 

And what did Katy do? 
And was she very fair and young, 

And yet so wicked, too? 
Did Katy love a naughty man, 

Or kiss more cheeks than one ? 
I warrant Katy did no more 

Than many a Kate has done. 

Dear me ! I'll tell you all about 

My fuss with little Jane, 
And Ann, with whom I used to walk 

So often down the lane, 
And all that tore their locks of black 

Or wet their eyes of blue : 
Pray, tell me, sweetest katydid, 

What did poor Katy do? 

Ah no! the living oak shall crash, 

That stood for ages still, 
The rock shall rend its mossy base 

And thunder down the hill, 
Before the little katydid 

Shall add one word, to tell 
The mystic story of the maid 

Whose name she knows so well. 

Peace to the ever-murmuring race ! 

And when the latest one 
Shall fold in death her feeble wings 

Beneath the autumn sun, 
Then shall she raise her fainting voice, 

And lift her drooping lid ; 
And then the child of future years 

Shall hear what Katy did. 

— Osgood's Fifth Reader. 

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DONOUGH COMPANY. 

Do tell me what has happened, 
To the firm of W. J. 
The force are all demolished, 
Since the big Boss slipped away. 

There Coo Coo as an Auditor, 
Has proved he is a sham, 
And Phillips, general manager, 
Watch him at faults who can. 

And then too, the stenographer, 
Has plainly to us shown, 
A great desire to skimp her job, 
Now since the Boss has flown. 

They one and all are trying, 
E'en too Bookkeeper Browne, 
And Hans and Bud, truck drivers, 
And men of such renown. 

They all are idle, even down 

To little Eden S. 

And Hinkley too, oh, dear, oh dear, 

How can I tell the rest ! 

Four cars of lumber on the side, 
Notes due and naught to pay, 
And Mr. Stoner overdrawn, 
What will our poor Boss say ? 

Tell him to bring his wife and come, 
And take his place in life, 
We'll all wake up and do our best, 
When once we have seen his wife. 

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A WINTER VIOLET. 

I thought the flowers were sleeping, 

All underneath the snow, 
And would not wake to take a peep, 

'Til warm spring winds would blow. 

And so I would sit and think about 

How lovely it would be, 
When springtime comes, and flowers bloom, 

That bring such joy to me. 

But one sweet violet I found, 

That had not gone to sleep, 
Or if she had, she soon woke up, 

From out the snow to peep. 

Oh, dear, said she, how can I stay, 

And not one visit take, 
'Til Old King Sol warms up the ground, 

And birds sing, flowers awake. 

I would like to go around and see 

Some sick people that I know, 
There's Miss Browne I know for sure, 

Would be glad if I would go. 

I will wrap all up in papers, 

And I'll jump into a sack, 
Away I'll ride to Unity, 

But then I'll soon come back. 

And when the sack is opened, 

The fragrance that will flow, 
From this one little violet, 

Will cause surprise, I know. 

When I come home, I'll tell you, 

How glad she was to see 
A violet bloom in winter-time, 

And glad that violet is me. 

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WAR WORK. 

Ye ladies of North Bessemer 
All honor be to you 
You raised aloft your flag of state 
And proved what you could do. 



You worked against the weather, 
The wind, the sun and rain, 
You even tolled the autos 
And gathered in your gain. 



Five hundred some odd dollars, 
The snug sum you turned in 
To give your Township credit 
And help this War to win. 

Hats off, then, to the Captain 
And to her aids most true 
When Uncle Sam needs money 
He'll come again to you. 



I shall aid him in his coming 
To worthy friends like you 
By giving name of Captain 
And all her loyal crew. 

Mrs. Claton Gray, Captain 

Mrs. Billman 

Mrs. Corcoran 

Mrs. Hedeen 

Mrs. McKnight 

Mrs. Hilmer 

Mrs. Anderson 

Mrs. Karl Johnson 

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TO MARION. 

My sweetheart, I send you a present, 
And one that will please you, I know, 

A dear little wee flluff y kitten, 
With fur soft and white as the snow. 

You can play with it, dear one, and squeeze it, 

And hug it up ever so tight, 
You need not be afraid — it won't bite you, 

It is gentle and always does right. 

Tell mother I was good to Caesar, 

And never abused him one bit, 
Now she can return this small favor, 

And let me give you this wee kit. 

I will send it on Tuesday with Ola, 
And hope it may come to no harm, 

The weather so cold, it might freeze it, 
But I'll box it up good and warm. 

Tell Dada to bring you to Grandma's, 
And let the wee kittie come, too, 

And we will go walking together, 
Your Grandma, your kittie, and you. 



ODE TO A NECK PIECE OF FUR. 

It is said that every dog has his day, 

I believe every kitty has, too, 

I mind when you first came to me 

You were clean, white and perfectly new. 

But into the town you would go 
Country life with you did not agree 
And now, broken down and worn out 
Poor kitty, you came home to me. 

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But water and soap have held sway 
Until even your hide is worn through 
I shall have to convert you today 
Into something entirely new. 

You were always a fraud as a cat 
And never would even say mew 
I will make you now into a muff 
It is really the best I can do. 

Now go to the city and stay 
And get what enjoyment you can. 
A cat has nine lives, so they say, 
You, Kitty, was only only a sham. 



TO A BOY WITH A GIFT. 

Keep pennies here and on each side 
As they keep overflowing, 
There dollar seed in dimes can be, 
Placed here to still keep growing. 

They soon will grow into a tree, 
Of verdure, strength and beauty. 
Each branch will bear abundantly, 
Of friendship, love and duty. 

Or, visa versa, as you will, 
But by your past good showing. 
I think you make your dollars still 
Keep bright and ever-growing. 

The card you sent to me, my friend, 
Is dainty, sweet and grand. 
Its neatness, coloring, size, all tend 
To show your master hand. 

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You will not be much edified 
By reading this, my verse, 
But kindly think of me and use 
This Russian Leather Purse. 



CURIOSITY. 

A wee, small bird imprisoned, 
In a window-seat one day, 
O'erheard two ladies talking*, 
And this she heard them say. 



I would love to know if Sadie, 
So far out in the West, 
Will find herself a husband, 
Or still live singly blessed. 



The little bird came fluttering, 
Oh, ladies, let me go, 
I'll get the news, and trust me, 
To tell you all I know. 



Come, spread thy wings, dear birdie, 
Fly quickly Westward Ho, 
Don't stop your flight 'til you find out 
If Sadie has a beaux. 



Please treat this birdie kindly, 
We only let it go, 
To gather news about you, 
Because we love you so. 

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TO OUR BRAVE SOLDIERS, 
GREETING: 

Fair Unity is proud tonight 

And honored thus to be 
Allowed to greet her noble sons 

Soldiers of liberty! 

We sent you forth into the fray 
With hearts so filled with pain. 

Oh, Unity is glad tonight 
To meet with you again. 

In future days, let come what will 

This blessing still remains 
What while stern duty called you forth 

God brought you home again. 

The Missionary Ladies all, 

True to their motherhood, 
Have labored hard to spread a feast 

For you, of all things good. 

The Mission Circle Girls are here 

In all their glorious youth. 
They bring bright roses for the boys 

Who fought for home and truth. 

They are proud to claim acquaintance 

With all the brave and true. 
If you can win their favor 

All honor be to you. 

Our pastor, Reverend Comble 

Has found another field. 
But believe me, Reverend Wishart 

Can a Father's love reveal. 

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Then reinlist, ye soldiers, 

And battle for God's word. 
With His love shining on you 

Fight now for Christ your Lord. 



OUR SOLDIER DEAD. 

God, in His mercy, has called hence, 
Three of our soldiers dear. 
Our thoughts in pity reach the homes, 
All stricken hearts to cheer. 

Dear loved ones, how we sympathize, 
With you in this your loss. 
And here we pray that Christ will help 
You bear this heavy cross. 

They are not dead, they sleep to wake, 
When God his trump shall sound. 
A vast eternity of life 
Your soldier boys have found. 

No more can wars assail 

And call them o'er the seas. 

They crossed the Top, they wait you now, 

In God's eternity. 



YOUR HOUSE. 

Be true to yourself at the start, young man, 

Be true to yourself and God ; 
Ere you build your house, mark well the spot, 
Test well the ground, and build you not 

On the sand or shaking sod. 

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Build slow and sure ; 'tis for life, young man, 

A life that outlives the breath ; 
For who shall gainsay the holy word? 
"Their works do follow them," saith the Lord, 

"Therein there is no death." 

Build deep, and high, and broad, young man, 

As the needful case demands ; 
Let your title-deeds be clear and bright, 
Till you enter your claim to the Lord of Light, 

For the "House not made with hands." 

— Osgood's Fifth Reader. 



THREE APPLES I STOLE. 

Under an apple tree one day, 

I swiped three apples from the hay, 

Then I came back and began to play, 

Mother came down the steps on a run, 

And said, "Robert, did you take those apples for 

fun?" 
And I said, "Yes, my mother dear," 
She answered, "Oh, you are so queer." 

Then for once, Mother got in a flurry, 

And said, "Now you get over there in a hurry", 

I got three apples, the number I took, 

What I was to tell her I knew like a book, 

The speech I said with quite a good grace, 

The length between lines had considerable space, 

Mrs. Thompson said, "Oh, that's all right," 

But mother held me down pretty tight, 

And then Miss Meyers, the good saint that she is, 

Took it in her head this was some of her biz, 

She brought me a plate of things that were nice, 

Which all disappeared out of sight in a trice. 

My hopes gave a bound, but they were soon downed, 

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When Mrs. Thompson again came around, 

Mother said the house was mine for seven days of 

light, 
And Mrs. Thompson said, "My boy, your mother is 

quite right". 
But mother repented the very next day, 
And said I might resume my play. 
I never would do that again you may bet, 
For I have not heard the last of it yet. 

— R. K. Elder. 



WHEN BOB WON. 

"Hurrah!" Reddy Jones burst into Bob Gordon's 
room with this shout, but paused a moment to sur- 
vey the room and its occupant before breaking his" 
news. Very little could be seen, however, of the oc- 
cupant. A pair of feet resting on the hearth, and 
from the top of the chair a shock of brown hair, all 
half -concealed by a cloud of cigarette smoke. Red 
shook his head, evidently not quite pleased with his 
survey, but nevertheless he continued. "Say, Bob 
wake up! What do you think has happened? Jim 
Reed broke his ankle last night and can't play in the 
Lehigh game, so Coach Brown said he would give 
you a chance. Aren't you glad ? Just think a mere 
Freshie, with a chance like that !" 

"Oh, gee !" Bob finally took enough interest to sit 
up straight, "why don't you leave a fellow alone when 
he's asleep? You seem to forget that I didn't get in 
until four this morning." 

"But heavens man, do you realize the importance 
of this thing I just told you ? Oh, boy ! I only wish 
I had the chance," continued Reddy. This last speech 
made Bob grin, for the very thought of Reddy, five 
foot four and weighing a hundred and seventy 
pounds, playing center, was amusing. 

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Finally Bob condescended to stand up and stretch- 
ed languidly. "Why such excitement Reddy? I 
really don't believe I'll accept the honor Brown has 
bestowed upon me. I'd rather be a 'scrub.' They 
have a much easier time." 

"Oh, come," Reddy said, disgust written plainly on 
his naturally jovial face, "do get some ambition Bob. 
I'm ashamed of you. Buck up, old man and play." 

"But look at the disadvantages," continued Bob. 
"There's that 60 in chemistry. I would simply have 
to make that up, and I can just picture Brown say- 
ing to me, "Now Gordon no more cigarettes, pastries, 
sleepless nights, etc. He makes me tired." 

"Yes, but on the other hand," sair Reddy, "think 
of some of the advantages. First, you owe it to 
good, old Bucknell; then you know how proud your 
Dad would be if you played on the first team and 
really made something of yourself, and last but not 
least, said Red, (with a sly wink at nothing in par- 
ticular), you know how fond Dot is of athletics." 

This last shot had the desired effect, making Bob's 
face redder, and his shoulders straighten perceptibly. 
For it was a well-known fact that Jim Reed, the cen- 
ter who was hurt, had been slowly but surely "cut- 
ting Bob out" with Dorothy Calhoun, the girl he had 
liked since kindergarten days. However since enter- 
ing college Dot hadn't cared much for Bob, as they 
all thought he was utterly without ambition, and it 
was a common saying among the professors, that it 
was too bad that Dick Gordon's son was such a 
worthless young scamp. 

At last Bob looked up with a sheepish smile and 
said, "Well, Red, give me until tonight to think it 
over." 

"All right, but mind you Bob, be sure to decide 
favorably, and I'll be around about eight o'clock." 
With that Reddy dashed out of the room. 

Bob Gordon sat for a long time before the fire, 
weighing the matter carefully. It was not merely 

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the game he was thinking of, but whether to change 
his mode of life in order to play in that game, or to 
continue in the same rut that he had been in since 
entering college. 

The moments slipped slowly by, but by six o'clock 
Bob had made up his mind. He consulted the coach 
and his chemistry teacher that evening. When Red 
arrived at eight o'clock, it was not necessary for 
him to ask Bob his decision, as it was apparent. The 
room no longer reeked with smoke. Bob, sitting be- 
fore his desk was writing as if his life depended 
upon it and without stopping or glancing up, he in- 
formed Red that he was doing some back work in 
chemistry. 

The two weeks before the Lehigh game slowly 
passed. It had traveled like wildfire through the 
school that Bob Gordon was going to play center, 
when they met Lehigh in the last game of the season, 
and that incidently he was going through the most 
rigid training and Coach Brown thought he would 
make a star player. 

The great night finally came. The gymnasium 
was thronged with people. Near the front stood Bob's 
father, Reddy Jones and Dot Calhoun. Not a little 
of the interest was centered around Gordon, for ev- 
eryone knew that a large part of the game depended 
upon him, as Reed had been their star player. 

The whistle blew and the ball was tossed up. From 
the first the spectators on both sides were breath- 
less with excitement, for they could easily see that 
this was going to be a close game, and the champion- 
ship depended upon it. 

At the end of the first quarter the score was 6-5, 
in favor of Lehigh. Thus it continued, first one side 
being ahead and then the other. By the beginning 
of the fourth quarter the score was 19-18 still fav- 
oring Lehigh. The excitement was intense, no one 
could score ; only one more minute to play. At this 
instant Jack Craig, guard, sent the ball flying into 

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Bob's hands. Bob was standing almost in the center 
of the floor; as his hands closed over the ball, he 
made a mighty effort and threw for the basket. For 
a breathless moment the ball seemed to hang in mid- 
air, then fell gracefully through the ring. 

"Time" called the referee. Bucknell had won. A 
wild cheer broke from the Bucknell rooters and Bob 
Gordon was lifted high on the shoulders of his com- 
rades. However he escaped as soon as possible and 
sought his dad. 

The light in his father's eyes and his handclasp 
pleased Bob even more than the words "Son I am 
mighty proud of you, for I know you have at last 
become a MAN." 

Reddy nearly smothered him in an estatic bear- 
hug. 

As for Dot — but sufficient to say that from that 
time forth she was entirely "his girl." 

And the faculty now points with pride to Bob and 
says, "The best all-around man in this college." 

— Marion V. Elder. 



THE ONE TALENT MAN. 

He couldn't sing, and he couldn't play, 
He couldn't speak, and he couldn't pray, 
He'd try to read, but break right down, 
Then sadly grieve at smile or frown, 
While some with talents ten begun, 
He started out with only one. 
"With this," he said, "I'll do my best, 
And trust the Lord to do the rest." 
His trembling hand and tearful eye, 
Gave forth a world of sympathy. 
When all alone with one distressed, 
He whispered words that calmed that breast, 
And little children learned to know, 

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When grieved and troubled where to go. 
He loved the birds, the flowers, the trees, 
And, loving him, his friends loved these. 
His homely features lost each trace 
Of homliness, and in his face 
There beamed a kind and tender light 
That made surrounding features bright. 
When illness came, he smiled at fears, 
And bade his friends to dry their tears; 
He said, "Good-bye," and all confess, 
He made of life a grand success. 

— Selected. 



DISBANDING. 

Now children, we have come to that part of a 
visit that makes me sad, makes me stand and look 
back over the pleasant paths we have walked to- 
gether. I look back and try to review each hour to 
see if we might have made better use of our time. 
We can never hear too often of the strength and 
power of thoughts. It is said that no real worthy 
worker is ever satisfied with the amount of labor he 
has accomplished. Never let yourself get too en- 
thralled or busy that you cannot take time to be 
kind. A great writer has said, It is not enough to 
go when duty calls, but we should stay where we 
can hear the call ; says also that if we could succeed 
in our Christian life, we must in that, as in every- 
thing else we do, marshall all the forces of our mind 
and put and keep every faculty at work and never 
be satisfied 'til we know we have done our very best 
for God, for ourselves and the world around us. 

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MY MOTHER'S BIBLE. 

This book is all that's left me now: 

Tears will unbidden start; 
With faltering lip and throbbing brow, 

I press it to my heart. 
For many generations past 

Here is our family tree : 
My mother's hand this Bible clasp'd ; 

She, dying, gave it me. 

Ah ! well do I remember those 

Whose names these records bear; 
Who round the hearthstone used to close 

After the evening prayer, 
And speak of what these pages said, 

In tones my heart would thrill : 
Though they are with the silent dead, 

Here are they living still! 

My father read this holy book 

To brothers, sisters, dear; 
How calm was my poor mother's look, 

Who leaned God's word to hear ! 
Her angel face, — I see it yet 

What thrilling memories come ! 
Again that little group is met 

Within the halls of home ! 

Thou truest friend man ever knew, 

Thy constancy I've tried: 
When all were false I found thee true, 

My counselor and guide. 
The mines of earth no treasure give 

That could this volume buy: 
In teaching me the way to live, 

It taught me how to die. 

— Osgood's Fifth Reader. 

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INDEX. 

1. Criterion 5 

2. A Gift of Cards; and Flowers 6 

3. A Story of the Flowers 7 

4. A Letter to the Class 10 

5. A Crown of Life 10 

6. A Visit 12 

7. Class No. 7 13 

8. Gathering Seed 14 

9. To a Friend 15 

10. Charles Dickens 17 

11. A Trip Up Pike's Peak 18 

12. Mabel's Lesson 20 

13. Lest We Forget 22 

14. Mulberry Tree 24 

15. The Legend of Blue Willow Ware 27 

16. Baptism 34 

17. Sympathy 36 

18. The Eook Club 37 

19. Mission Girls of Unity 39 

20. A Letter from Marion to her Friend 40 

21. School Days 41 

22. Our Pastor's Farewell 42 

23. Mother's Prayers 44 

24. God's Life in All Things 45 

25. The Beauty of Snow 47 

26. Cherry Run Camp Meeting (Memory) 48 

27. Morning Devotion 49 

28. Sowing Seed 50 

29. On the Death of Clara Adams 50 

30. A Request 51 

31. To Our New Guild Teacher 52 

32. Your Bible 53 

33. To a Friend on a Journey 53 

34. To Reverend J. H. G 54 

35. Don't Be A Crank 55 

36. Thanks for a Gift to Mrs. Metzker 55 

37. Pittsburgh Chapter 39, Greeting 56 

38. School Honors 56 

39. To a Friend 57 

40. Honors at School 57 

41. To Alice 58 



INDEX— Continued 

School Honors 58 

To Dorothy 59 

An Absent Daughter 60 

On the Death of a Member of the Ladies' 

Missionary Society of Unity 60 

Birthday 61 

Glad Eastern Morn 62 

Marion's Birthday 62 

The Lightning Rod 63 

To Our Teacher at Oakmont 64 

To Robert with a Gift. 65 

A Pi'ayer for Guidance 66 

Birthday Social Greetings 67 

Our Bible Class's Birthday Party 67 

Robin 68 

To a Robin 68 

To a Robin 69 

To a Baby 70 

Our Class Name 71 

To Thelma 71 

To Two Guild Boys 72 

To the Snow-drop 73 

Standard Bearer 74 

Wait, Weary Heart 74 

A Child's Prayer 75 

To Mrs. Campbell on Leaving Unity 76 

To the Children 76 

Rosebud 77 

A Mother's Gift 78 

A Mother's Loss 79 

Valentine Day 79 

Another Valentine 80 

A Valentine 81 

A Valentine 82 

A Valentine from Isabella 82 

To Marion the day she was born 83 

Gift of Flowers from the Juniors 83 

The Pittsburgh Newsboys 84 

To a Boy with a Broken Arm 85 

A Gift of a Book 85 

A Snowbird Story 86 



INDEX— Continued 

82. Helen's Birthday 87 

83. Gift to a Baby 88 

84. To Our Junior Teacher. 89 

85. On the Death of a Friend 89 

86. Care of the Children 90 

87. The Wayside Well 90 

88. Duty 91 

89. Comfort 92 

90. Welcome to the Missionary Girls 93 

91. Thanks 93 

92. Hello 93 

93. Sowing- Good Seed 94 

95. The Golden Side No. 1 95 

95. The Golden Side No. 2 96 

96. Today and Tomorrow 96 

97. The Old Arm-chair 97 

98. Look Aloft 98 

99. Aspirations of Youth 99 

100. Clear the Way 100 

101. The Inquiry 101 

102. The Burial of Moses 103 

103. The Old Man by the Wayside 105 

104. Little Jim 109 

105. The Psalm of Life Ill 

106. The Smack in School 113 

107. The Barefoot Boy 114 

108. The Bells 117 

109. Excelsior 120 

110. Lincoln, the Man of the People 122 

111. Unity Branch of the National Fruit & Flower Guild 123 

112. Guild Greeting 125 

113. Willing Workers 125 

114. A Plea for Members 126 

115. Fair Unity 127 

116. In Honor of the Unity Boys 128 

117. The Modem Belle 129 

118. Excuse for Nonsense 131 

119. Katydid 131 

120. Donough Company 133 

121. A Winter Violet 134 

122. War Workers 135 



INDEX— Continued 

123. To Marion 136 

124. Ode to a Neck-piece of Fur j 136 

125. To a Boy with a Gift 137 

126. Curiosity 138 

127. To Our Brave Soldiers 139 

128. Our Soldier Dead 140 

129. Your House 140 

130. Three Apples I Stole..! 141 

131. When Bob Won 142 

132. The One Talent Man 145 

133. Disbanding 146 

134. My Mother's Bible 147 



